When the party is over, he goes home and, on his threshold, he remembers his loss, and enters again into the shadow of his sorrow that darkens his path.
“Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful,” reads the proverb.
In this mortal life, joy and sorrow are strangely intermingled.
There is no rose without a thorn, no rainbow without the rain.
Though the voice laughs, the heart weeps.
This paradox is true of every human heart.
It won’t get any better. You have to make a choice to not dwell on the sadness and lonliness or succumb to it.
People have been going through this agony since the beginning of time.
I know it is hard. I do not condemn you.
The choice is yours, however difficult it may be.
I am sorry. There is a beautiful day anyway.
Death reaches us all in ways ,maybe a friend or a friend lost someone and shared it with you.We hear about it or deal with it.I lost my my mom,two brothers,a nephew and a son in five years.As a christian I know if one is saved where they will be.That to me is a huge comfort.The understanding we have on death grows as we ageFrom being a child and realizing this horrible news that we will not live forever nor will anyone to as we age knowing we must have an acceptance as we can not escape it.It is up to God and I do not question.
It will get better. The old saying that we “grow stronger at the broken places” has proven true for me as I have grieved the deaths of two of my sons as well as my husband. While grief never goes away, it becomes tempered with loving memories that help us survive and go on with life. As I approach my 90th year, I choose to remember the rainbows.