She gets up bright and early every morning. She gets dressed, curls her hair and puts her makeup on. She goes to work every day and acts professional and courteous. She appears to be a strong woman and has it together. She chit chats with her co workers about the weather and random news events. You can’t tell that underneath her makeup and underneath her fake smile and laughter that she is hurting. All she really wants to do is sit on the floor and cry all day. She wishes she had a flashing sign above her head that said “Fragile, grieving mother” because only then would she not have to hide her tears or pretend everything is just as it was before the floor fell out from under her…
We enjoy warmth because we have been cold.
We appreciate light because we have been in darkness.
By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness
~ David Weatherford