Families are spread out and scattered and going about their lives where they are living, and then grief comes. It's like they're standing on a giant's fingertips, so distant from each other that they forget they're connected by the ground underfoot, until that connection dulls to a faint pleasant undertone in life -- but then grief comes, and the fist clenches and they are tumbled together, struggling to breathe but glad to rediscover each other in that tight horrific place.
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Yes, that exactly.
My deepest condolences for your loss.