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Today we honored our dead. Gave thanks for the breath in our own bodies. And grieved the possibilities, the futures, that we’ve lost. I went to a service where I heard my elders give calls to action. Told us to get together, stick together, and don’t let our grief make us immobile. To harness our rage. To act out of an ethos of love.  As the names of the folks we’ve lost to violence and/or suicide ran across the screen in the church, I felt a familiar ache. One I feel everyti