Little one,I usually don't like to issue warnings to my younger self, but I would like to tell you this.I exist, I live on the other side of what you're about to face.And I find joy here. I find hope year. I still cry sometimes too.The sorrow you will meet is going to make you feel like someone's silenced all the music in the world.I will not downplay the soul-wrenching, darkness-conjuring power of grief.But I will tell you this,I am still here.You will survive the night.—Whitney Hanson