I remember being about the age of 7, my Uncle had just passed away. My family and I had to drive to Florida for the funeral. I specifically remember the morning of the funeral. Our hotel room was quiet, the smell of cleaners and air fresheners filled our room. I could hear people in the halls joyfully going about their day. It hit me that they had no idea what was going on in the lives of the people in all of these rooms, and we had no idea what was going on in theirs.
As my entire family took the elevator three floors down to the lobby dressed in our nicest clothing, I could feel the tensi.