“And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.They existed. They existed.We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.”

— Maya Angelou

I wish we could actually sit down at his grave.

I actually really like this but I guess it will be ignored like always