A turning point came. Grief grew from it for both of us. Our love was severely tested and its strength proven. Wounds are still healing, but the future looks bright. From the ashes of great pain is growing the greatest happiness I’ve ever known. J.R.B.

Grief, is also a form of joy.
The rose celebrates,
by falling apart,
petal by petal.
Clouds celebrate,
by weeping over,
and over.
Coleman Barks