The older I get, the more opportunities there are for sorrow it seems, just by the nature of things and life. In it's deepest throws, it is sometimes hard to see how there can ever be balance again.

Then, I realized that the time between the times of sorry has become so much more beautiful and I find a new and stronger appreciation for it. Therein lies the balance..... again.

I am sorry for your friend's sorrows...... and yours. 💔 🌼