Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong. – Leo Buscaglia
He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, ‘I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.'” – Marcus Zusak
Shall we accept good from Him and not trouble? – Job
It has been a week of tears.
Not all tears are bad.
Wednesday’s tears were beautiful. The girls happily ensconced in their dance teachers’ capable hands, I enjoyed a built-in pause in the middle of my day at Tim Horton’s, sipping steeped tea with one of those people who gets me better than most – someone I feel just as comfortable crying with as laughing.
And we laughed.
Then we cried.
How did the world got so much darker than it used to be?