" I've a long time trying to love
a brother whose only way of touching me is pain.
A long time escaping into music.
Practice, lessons, rehearsals that protect me
from the hurting parts of life.
I've been winning awards, applause,
acclaim for my trumpets since I was in grade school.

But love?
The word catches in my throat.
Do I love anything?
Have i forgotten how? "

― Stasia Ward Kehoe , The Sound of Letting Go