A dear friend of mine recently lost her mother due to a severe stroke. My friend has been studying abroad, far away from her Mom. When my friend came home, she had about a week with her Mom before the last day. My friend never thought it was the last time she could be with her Mom.
When my friend came back to study, I came over her place, say, to comfort her, but rather to listen and share her suffering. I was not sure that I could help her a bit but rather be suffered myself. I suffer when my friends suffer and when I can’t help their suffering, especially in life and death situations. I love my friend much, she is one of the purest friends of mine. Continue reading Blessed are those who mourn →