at sunrise i said

“Don’t worry about us. It’s going to take a while for us to fully accept it, but we’ll make it through. We’ll be fine.”It sure as hell didn’t feel like it at the moment, but he had to believe it was true. Wounds healed eventually. It took time, sometimes you had to stitch and bandage them and then take good care of them for days or weeks—but they healed. Of course he knew that some were never gone, some wounds left scars that would never disappear. Some wounds killed, and that was it..or of three cabin seven counselors and their dealings with grief