A beautiful day

It's a beautiful morning outside my window. The sun is coming up, the sky is blue with some pretty clouds. I am blessed to be able to enjoy it.
This morning, this beautiful morning, some people are so deep in the throes of grief they will not experience the beauty. People are beginning to get up and get about their day, maybe sorry to have to go to work, maybe excited about what the day might have in store for them (and even if your job is a drudge, try to be excited about what your day may hold, you never know!). Maybe someone is heading out on vacation, or just returning home. Certainly someone is anticipating with great joy the birth of a child. Life is beautiful.

But there are some people right now, who will see people around them going about their busy lives, and wondering, "How can they? Don't they know the world has stopped?" Believe me, this is a very real thought. How can life be continuing, when life as we know it has come to an abrupt halt? The griever may want to yell, "Stop it! Don't you know what has happened? How can you be laughing, and shopping, and living?"

Life goes on. And it will go on for those in grief as well, they just don't know it yet.

Peace.