Whenever I get up in the morning or go to bed in the evening sorrow wakes up with me and goes to sleep with me. Sorrow walks beside me at all times, morning, noon and night. There is nothing that I do or think about that does not include sorrow in it. I cannot escape it. Beautiful things bring tears to my eyes. The passing of David brought me so much sorrow. I do not hate sorrow. My soul is educated by it. Sorrow is the teacher of my heart and not my intellect or will. Memories, personal experiences of yesterday are the lessons. These lessons are learned through tears. Most of what I learned came in the darkest hours of my life. This is the most costly education as my son paid for it with his life. Sorrow has has brought me calmness and strength as well as the power to endure. It seems to be the key to unlock the door to unseen and beautiful things and allows me to comfort those who need me. Love and sorrow go hand in hand, the greater the love, the greater the sorrow.