We are all but beautiful wounded people. Not one of us is exempt although the wounds come in different forms and present themselves in different ways. But when we see beyond what we see, when we feel the hearts’ story, we are no longer separate but one in the same. Exactly the same. And there’s no more hurt or pain because the peace of knowing we are not alone reminds us of this divinely created world stitched together by a masterful hand that promises life beyond the physical will be beautiful and our ashes will not be in vain.