Maya Angelou said:
Bring your people with you.
Think of the people who are no longer with you
The people who loved you
The people who supported you
The people who were kind to you
Carry the spirit of those people on your shoulders
And when you walk into that room
Know that the people you bring with you
Are your sword and your shield and your armour
Let the memory of their kindness and their love
Be the cooling shade amidst the scorching sun of blistering hostility
Be the warm companion amidst the withering spite of cruel indifference
Be they a throng or the several few
What counts the most is how they loved
The one and only You they knew.