“I can hear it coming. Healing. The train tracks leading to my heart are warmed by it. I can put my hand there and feel it hot. It is rattling towards me. Rumbling. The buzzing sound of a flickering light at the end of the tunnel. A grief train rumbling away from us. A healing train coming our way... Everything. In rhythm. All of it – glowing and glowing – light spilling and pouring and rushing through the cracks of the bits glued back together. This shattered life. This broken bright.”