Everybody struggles. With themselves, with their family, with their reality, with the big decisions and with the little ones. Everyone struggles. And finds happiness and disappointment, and grief and companionship. There is a time when we all feel as though the rug has been ripped out from underneath us, when our perception shifts and takes our sense of security with it, calls into question our assumptions about life, love, family, happiness, grief. And the world revolves around each one of us, little dust-devil universes that make it hard for us to see each other, to see how much we have in common, how much pain and joy we share, how blown away we are by it all.