We knew it was coming. That doesn’t make us foolish for trying, for loving. It doesn’t make us melodramatic for expressing real grief.
Stupidity and bravery often go hand in hand and only in hindsight does one become the obvious answer, and it usually depends on the result.
From the outside right now, my results look like crying my way through an entire roll of Charmin. Though it’s hard to stomach much when I’m truly upset, give it a week and my results will also look like projecting my feelings onto cheese fries and then devouring them, hoping the rest of the situation disappears as quickly.
Right now, I may look stupid. But I know better.

We ventured into a finite period of time where the only certainties were pain and moving forward. Stupid, or brave?
We met families and friends and held no secrets for ourselves because we would have done these things anyway. We didn’t hold back our feelings or shy from being public. I’m divulging the inner workings of my sorrow to the world. Stupid, or brave?

As the one and only Elizabeth Gilbert writes, “Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark. If we truly knew all the answers in advance as to the meaning of life and the nature of God and the destiny of our souls, our belief would not be a leap of faith and it would not be a courageous act of humanity; it would just be…a prudent insurance policy.”

If we didn’t do anything we knew would end, what would we do?