
Struggling to make sense of the sudden death of a friend, someone with children and so much good left to do in this world. A memory popped up from a book I read several years ago, and can't help but be drawn in to the struggle described in it as the "intolerable grief of being alive", and how true that must feel for my friend's family right now. The price of love is inevitably a broken heart, and yet it is worth the pain to love...