Bad things happen to good people. We all know it, and hate it for being so. Like a Greek tragedy though we're compelled by it, and follow the story waiting for the happy ending that may not come.
A loss in the family is never easy, but is the pain tempered by knowing the sacrifice was that of a hero?
Evil perpetrated on an innocent soul cloaked as love, leads to enlightenment and knowledge uncommon to one's peers. An even trade?
When one needs, actually needs to be with another yet is forced out of contact, will the heart truly grow fonder with the absence?
Illness shadowing a kind and gentle person, yet love grows stronger between those that share the burdens.
There are unending examples, and some of those that read this blog will recognise one or two these personally.
But to those I love I offer this: Life does go on, and Joy can be found again.
I am living proof.
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