I will make this short, because words can't adequately describe my range of emotions. Last night life tossed blessings and sadness at close friends of mine. They were expecting twins, a boy and a girl in July. After an emergency c-section, the boy survived, the girl did not. You can say all you want about this situation, but in the end it is all right to be sad. We all deal with loss differently, and no one can know exactly what each individual is feeling despite their own experiences.
Just yesterday I posted how I wanted to live life to the fullest, be happy, and be more like Tigger. Even Tigger had his sad moments. Eeyore always looked at the glass half empty no matter what had happened, but Tigger knew the glass could be refilled. When your glass gets emptied, and you need a chance to mourn a loss, it’s okay. That makes you human. You’re a part of millions of people who do the same thing. Being Tigger only means, you eventually move forward when you're ready, and find that joy again.
Ecclesiastes 3: 2 & 4 (NIV)
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
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