I tried to shelter my children from unhappiness, but life had different plans for them. I realize now that tragedy spares no one; it just courts each of us differently. One way or another, it finds a path into our hearts, and there we do battle with the intruder. Armed with childhood imaginings and with trust in tomorrow's benevolences, we crusade for truth, for meaning, for love--not knowing that sorrow is often the gateway to that which we seek.
When it is time, we walk the corridors of our heart, retrieving the shattered threads of one-believed dreams. Perhaps, long after tears have dried and hope has faded, we find what was always there but not seen--and then our desolation gives rise to a new spring.