These days I've been sitting with my sadness, but I've also been trying something new. I've been reaching through to the tremendous love and joy on the other side of that sadness. It's hard--but so important--to remember that grief would not exist without love. And while the ones we love will leave us, our love for them remains. I drew so much comfort from Sandy over the years, and all of that comfort was rooted in my love for her. I still have that love. When I am missing her I draw it up into my heart and let it comfort me, as much as it can.