Tragedy and I are old friends.
I have dealt with tragedy before.
This is what I know.
It is hard everytime.
The road may be different but pain always shows its face.
People can be wonderful.
People can be cruel.
People can be clueless.
Suffering is everywhere.
At the gym, I said hello to a new member.
“You are the first person I have talked to since joining this gym.”
“Really? This is a pretty friendly place but people sometimes don’t chat because they are busy working out. ”
“Oh, it’s not that. It’s me. I have not been able to talk to anyone before now. My daughter died a month ago and I am still reeling from that.”
This lady proceeded to tell me that her daughter did not wake up one morning.
Her grandson called to tell her that “Mom won’t wake up!”.
My heart broke for her.
Later, I joined my good friend for a walk.
She has only one daughter.
Her daughter went to law school, passed the bar, married and bought a house.
Life was good and full of promise for her daughter and son-in-law.
Then her daughter became ill about four years ago.
She can not work and is bed-ridden
Fast forward to today.
Her young husband was just diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. Treatment has started.
My heart broke for my friend again.
She has so much on her plate in caring for her daughter and now, her son-in-law. They both live with her.
Joy is everywhere.
I cherish my grandson who is in first grade.
I cherish my granddaughter who is learning to walk.
I adore the laughter and conversations with my neighbor’s granddaughters when they visit.
I exchange greetings and conversations with neighbors.
I go to dinner with friends and laugh over conversation.
I celebrate birthdays and anniversaries of my family and friends.
Life is good. Life is hard.