You know what? Over a year ago, I lost my youngest nephew. He was only 18 years old. He was an athlete and studied computer science. He was diagnosed with bone cancer. He was diagnosed in January 2024 and died in April of that same year. I thought I would die with him, but no: I went on living. I still mourn him. I'm telling you this because sometimes life hits us so hard that we are left paralyzed or lying on the canvas, wanting to die. A hug.