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My mother-in-law passed away a few years ago. There must have been hundreds of people who came to offer their condolences to my wife and I. Yet, it was when I was hiding away from the masses in a stairwell of the church with my three best friends and their wives that I felt the freedom to grieve. They said nothing. They offered no words or no hugs. We just laughed about each other's lives. It was profound. I remember it vividly like I was watching a moment of my life like an outside observer as we all hid in the stairwell. They gave me the most comfort and peace amidst the grief I felt, for no other reason that they were present. They put on no masks of grief and love for my benefit. They were just themselves.

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