My friend Holly and I were talking about this old adage last week, as she was going through a time of great stress. I sympathized with her, but I didn't realize how true it was until this weekend.
I've had three deaths in my family this past week. Death is such a hard concept for me in general, and I feel so badly for all of my family members affected by these losses. I know so very well how much a loved one's death can hurt the heart and soul.
I also have what appears to be bronchitis. The weather is beautiful outside, but all I want to do is crawl under the covers and sleep for the next week. Is that okay??
Any pieces of good news, funny jokes, or uplifting stories would be appreciated today...