As a person who does not find it easy to express their emotions unless it’s 3am and I’m rolling on a packed downtown Los Angeles warehouse dance floor, I tend to use music to hack my own grief and produce tears. Usually, to mixed success. Melancholic songs don’t make me cry when they should. And even though the most saccharine of pop songs have despair nestled in their DNA, too much of that will just rebound against my emotional wall. So what am I to do when I really just want to let the floodgates open? When I want to sink into my bed and let myself become overwhelmed with emotion? I return to the music of The Supremes.
The question of a funeral
Our social worker and child life specialists speak to the patients and parents, informing them of Kristen’s death and offering support. No one...