I learned a new word, penacide, given to me by a mother whose son committed suicide. Suicide is the killing of self, she told me. Penacide is the killing of pain.
This word is now in my sack. I will use it one day to give to someone who needs it. In…out. The miracle is that when I give it away, it will not be gone. It will keep on giving whenever it is needed, like manna or the loaves and fishes.