Loss

I cried over the weekend upon hearing that my childhood friend’s grandmother had passed. When I was young, she treated me like one of her own.

The tears caught me by surprise. Even after a life well-loved and well-lived, loss is loss.

In considering all the loss that many of us have experienced recently, it’s some comfort knowing that we’ve loved … and we have been loved. That we feel loss at all means we’ve also known some of life’s greatest joys.