The doctor prescribed medicine. I took it, mostly recovered, had a few bad days at work, and then went shopping. Then I had bad dreams about work.
I mourned the second anniversary of my friend's death, then because I didn't feel bad enough, I learned friend's widowed husband is getting married this fall. That news just made the grief fresh and new again. This is not a time for lectures about how life goes on. This is about understanding how he may get a new wife, but I'm still short a dear friend. This is not a time for rationale and logic. It's a time to hear that it's been a crappy week.
I need something uplifting and beautiful. Let me turn to my John Paul II book and see what quotes I can find.
"The dignity of the person is the indestructible property of every human being. The force of this affirmation is based on the uniqueness and irrepeatability of every person." Vatican City 1988.
"How many women have been and are still valued more for their physical appearance than for their personal qualities, professional competence, intellectual work, the richness of their sensitivity and, fianlly, for the very dignity of their being" March 8th Angelus Prayer, Vatican City 1998