January 25, 2017 (vol. 127, iss. 15) • Page Image 14
…W eather It is strange to visit a place full of dead bodies that have decomposed, or are in the process of decomposing, and think about your loved ones in this way — no longer breathing the fresh air above the ground they now lie beneath. When I kneel down in front of her, my eyes fill with thunderstorms and my body shakes like a hurricane. My mind is spinning like a tornado, but the world that surrounds me would appear cheerful t...…

