I could tell you, “You are loved.” I could tell you that sentence over and over, but you already know it is a fact. You know it is true. Somewhere, on this earth, you’ve got someone hoping for you.

Tonight even the knowing of this fact, doesn’t make you feel any better. Because even in this darkest hour, that someone I was telling you about, isn’t there.

I think that is something we all need to comprehend. It doesn’t help much when you just tell someone a bunch of words they have heard before.

Why can’t you just sit with them? Let them tell you a new story. You just keep singing the same worn-out tune. You aren’t even next to them, watching their aching body, you are somewhere else listening through technology.

Why won’t you run to their side? Why won’t you bang down the wall that separates you two?

Why aren’t you doing everything in your power… everything in your power to not just tell them they are loved, but to show them they are loved?