Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Monday, 2 April 2012
Later in the evening we had a phone call. The news was bad. A friend has lost her husband, suddenly. We've not even reached 50 yet. I don't know exactly how old her husband was, but it would be about my age, and I don't think I'm old. I cannot even begin to imagine how my friend must be feeling. I cannot associate with her in this dreadful time of sadness, and there is nothing I can do to ease her pain.
So why is it that whenever I take true and pure delight in my life that something always happens later that very same day to take away the joy?