There are so many pictures and so many stories from this weekend; it is hard to know even where to begin. I am sitting on my flight home trying to process everything, and trying not to beg the pilot to turn the plane around.
I think the best way to honor the memories of this weekend is to focus on the power of our community. There is no secret handshake, long application, or membership dues and it is probably a group none of us wanted to join in the first place.
Despite that, our community has grown into something amazing. The nature of my occupation is very transient so it is difficult for me to maintain support and friendship for too long. It won’t hurt when people leave, if you don’t get close to them in the first place.
Then I turn my computer on. You know how I feel. You listen to me. You understand. You care about me. You accept me just the way I am. You support me.
You make a difference to me.
There are tears. You have been warned.