There's an elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeese by with "How ar you?" and "I'm fine"... and other forms of trivial chatter. We talk about the weather. We talk about work. We talk about anything else...except the elephant in the room. There's an elephant in the room. We all know that it is there. We are thinking about the elephant as we walk together. It is constantly on our minds. For, you see, it is a very big elephant. It has hurt us all. But, we do not talk about the elephant in the room. Oh, please say his name. Oh, please say "Michael" again. Oh, please let's talk about the elephant in the room. For if we talk about his death, perhaps we can talk about his life. Can I say "Michael" to you and not have you leave me. Alone...in a room... With the...elephant.
The Elephant In The Room By Terry Kettering
Michael Anthony Greene
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