This story was originally published by ProPublica and written by Ilya Marritz.
Last month,
The Washington Post detailed lots of previously undisclosed government spending at the president's properties. For example, the Secret Service has paid $650 per night to stay at Mar-a-Lago, despite Eric Trump's statement that his father's company would provide rooms "for free — meaning, like, cost for housekeeping."
The Post's figures — adding up to $471,000 — are far from complete because government agencies have resisted disclosing their spending at Trump properties.
"He's paying our money to himself," the Post's David Fahrenthold said in
our latest episode of WNYC's "Trump, Inc." "There must be so much more we haven't seen."
While the president has visited his properties on nearly a third of his days since he took office, the Secret Service has not listed its spending on Trump properties in a public database of federal spending. And some of what has been disclosed has been misleading.
The Post discovered that the nearly dozen payments listed as "Trump National Golf Club" were actually made to Mar-a-Lago, which is not a golf club.
The White House did not respond to the Post's questions about the payments. The Secret Service said it always "balances operational security with judicious allocation of resources." It did not explain why it hadn't disclosed the spending in the government's public database. And the Trump Organization said it's not currently charging the Secret Service $650 per room per night.
There are still plenty of questions. For one: Why has the Secret Service spent hundreds of thousands of dollars at the Trump hotel in Washington, D.C., even on days when the president was not visiting?
Fahrenthold and his colleagues asked the government about that. They haven't gotten an answer.
Grieving couple comforting each other
This response to someone grieving a friend might be the best internet comment ever
When someone is hit with the sudden loss of a friend or loved one, words rarely feel like enough. Yet, more than a decade ago, a wise Redditor named GSnow shared thoughts so profound they still bring comfort to grieving hearts today.
Originally posted around 2011, the now-famous reply was rediscovered when Upvoted, an official Reddit publication, featured it again to remind everyone of its enduring truth. It began as a simple plea for help: “My friend just died. I don't know what to do.”
What followed was a piece of writing that many consider one of the internet’s best comments of all time. It remains shared across social media, grief forums, and personal messages to this day because its honesty and metaphor speak to the raw reality of loss and the slow, irregular path toward healing.
Below is GSnow’s full reply, unchanged, in all its gentle, wave-crashing beauty:
Why this advice still matters
Mental health professionals and grief counselors often describe bereavement in stages or phases, but GSnow’s “wave theory” gives an image more relatable for many. Rather than a linear process, grief surges and retreats—sometimes triggered by a song, a place, or a simple morning cup of coffee.
In recent years, this metaphor has found renewed relevance. Communities on Reddit, TikTok, and grief support groups frequently reshare it to help explain the unpredictable nature of mourning.
Many readers say this analogy helps them feel less alone, giving them permission to ride each wave of grief rather than fight it.
Finding comfort in shared wisdom
Since this comment first surfaced, countless people have posted their own stories underneath it, thanking GSnow and passing the words to others facing fresh heartbreak. It’s proof that sometimes, the internet can feel like a global support group—strangers linked by shared loss and hope.
For those searching for more support today, organizations like The Dougy Center, GriefShare, and local bereavement groups offer compassionate resources. If you or someone you know is struggling with intense grief, please reach out to mental health professionals who can help navigate these deep waters.
When grief comes crashing like the ocean, remember these words—and hang on. There is life between the waves.
This article originally appeared four years ago.