This makes me feel unsettled inside.
I hope it shows love, but I see desperation.
I remember the stories of how my nephew was electrocuted at work on a pole and his friend tried to give him CPR and MTM while he shuddered into death, hanging by his safety belt.
My brother was going to go alone to identify the body of his son, but i would not allow him to go by himself. He was beside himself already and not thinking straight and maybe protecting the memory of his son from anyone who had ever loved his son, by doing the hard deed alone. I went with him. It was unpleasant. Poor young guy was burnt to a crisp from his head down to his severely malformed, boiled-over feet. All that CPR and MTM from his co-worker friend came before the heat-curdled blood from his exploded chest made its way to the outer layers of my nephew's work clothing.
This image hurts for me to look at.
I blocked it.
