I went to a woman’s funeral in Fresno less than two weeks ago. I did not know her well, but some of those dear to me loved her much. So I mourned with those pained by her absence.
Love shows itself in such seemingly opposite ways, from laughter to tears. But despite its many expressions it always, if true, draws us out of ourselves. Love is a kind of gravity that pulls us. But it isn’t fate.
A joke tells of a 7-year-old girl who shocked her parents by telling them a boy in her class had kissed her after school. The father asked, “How did that happen?”
“It wasn’t easy,” she said, “but three girls helped me catch him.” ...