I was watching a documentary tonight about a dog rescue centre in Australia.
The staff match the available dogs to the people that come looking for companionship.

A woman came in with her son...her husband died 18 months ago.
She didn't say how at first, and then she mentioned that he 'lost his battle with mental illness.'

Their son was the same age as Steve's eldest.

Falling apart whilst trying not to fall apart visibly.
This new version of me decided to speak up, instead of ruminate.

Sometimes I just need someone to bear witness, without offering insight.
Family offered insight instead.