A few days ago I learned that a childhood playmate passed away after suffering from a cancerous brain tumor. Since, I have frequently thought of his parents. Though I don’t have children I have sadly had several family friends and a few coworkers experience this particular loss. It’s painful enough to witness their suffering as an outsider; I can’t imagine the depth of the family’s sorrow.
This morning I read ‘Joy and Sorrow’ from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, and found this comforting passage:
‘The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.’