An amazing piece of poetry!

February is a painful month for me and some of my closest friends. I lost my dad Feb. 11th in 2004. He was buried on Valentine's Day. My grandfather died on Thanksgiving but his birthday is in Feb. and I am so sad because his widow, my grandmother is still alive and their birthdays are a week apart. I am thankful she has alzheimers and seems to forget more than remember. But this in itself is also sad. My bff lost her daughter who was only 9.5 years old in Feb. three years ago. Steve's bff just lost his daughter on Valentine's Day this year. Feb. seems to be filled with sorrow, grief and memories.

I read the following at the beginning of Feb before all the memories and grief started. I found it profound and stirring. I forgot about it until a few days later when the memories and Gary's daughter was put on life support. I dug through the Readers Digest where I found it and wrote it in my journal and now I will put it here.

Even in sleep, pain which we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. By Aeschylus.