Our roots run into each other. Even the slightest handshake has tendrils in it. Sometimes with time they grow deep and far into each other. Sometimes they blossom in a moment. And when that being dies and is removed, some of our roots die with it. We will never be whole again until all things are whole.
"Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be... This is the inter-related structure of reality."
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr