DEATH LEAVES A HEARTACHE NO ONE CAN HEAL, LOVE LEAVES A MEMORY NO ONE CAN STEAL. – From an Irish headstone. OUR WOUND IS PROBABLY NOT OUR FAULT, BUT OUR HEALING IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY. To heal the wounds we need the courage to face them. We must begin the healing where the wound was made; we need to stop touching it but we should allow the healing light to enter.

 I have learned that time does not heal anything but it just teaches us how to live with the pain. Let us be like

A million words could not bring you back, I know because I’ve tried. Neither would a million tears I know because I’ve cried.

 a tree, let the leaves drop. A broken heart heals when we allow the healing to go as deep as the wound went. Everything heals: our body heals, our heart heals, the mind heals, wounds heal. Our soul repairs itself. Our happiness is always going to come back. Bad times do not last.

 I have also learned that when we open our heart, we get better. Time teaches us how to live with the pain. Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us. As our sufferings mount, we soon realize that there are two ways in which we could respond to the situation: either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I do strive to follow the latter course.

 It’s hard to turn the page when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter but the story must go on. – Thomas Wilderr

Pain is a horrible part of being human, I've learned that it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Healing feels like the wind against our face when we are spreading our wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.

 I am trying to understand why things had to happen this way. I am trying to understand His reason for causing pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over us. I pray for the rain of hope, faith and wisdom to come then if they must come and let them wash away the dust that hurts my eyes! LET US LISTEN TO GOD WITH A BROKEN HEART. HE IS NOT ONLY THE DOCTOR WHO MENDS IT, BUT ALSO THE FATHER WHO WIPES AWAY THE TEARS.

By Tim Pedrosa

Someday, everything will make perfect sense. For now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.