If you've got to my age you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement who can tolerate not knowing not healing not curing that is a friend who cares.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief For a time I rest in the grace of the world and am free.