At no time this side of heaven will I ever find happiness free from sorrow. It can't be done. The two go hand in hand. My spirit is slowly, painfully, accepting that fact.
My best friend since college called yesterday, excitedly informing me the acceptance letter had arrived---She will be going to grad school this August.
Shortly before hearing her good news, I received the news that a friend had died after being diagnosed with a massive brain bleed a few days earlier. I had just spoken with her a week ago. She told me she was looking forward to seeing pictures from my upcoming trip to Romania. She made the best mashed potatoes and coconut cake, and always, always made sure she spoke to me on Sunday at church. Now she's gone.
And that's that. No fanfare. No writing across the sky. Nothing.
I've always felt like the universe should give a response. As it is, when tragedy strikes or joy overflows, the sun continues to rise, the wind tosses the tree branches, and everything simply goes on. The earth can be infuriatingly calm in the face of conflicting emotions.
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