Loss is like a closed road that forces us to turn around and find another way to our destination. Who knows what we will discover and see along the way.

Worry is different from fear. If fear is like a raging fever, worry is a low-grade temperature. It nags at us, simmers in our souls, hovers in the back of our minds like a faint memory. We may fear certain realities, like death; we worry about vague possibilities. Worry distracts us more than paralyzes us. It is like a leaky faucet we never get around to fixing.

Loss provides an opportunity to take inventory of our lives, to reconsider priorities, and to determine new directions.

Loss is like a closed road that forces us to turn around and find another way to our destination. Who knows what we will discover and see along the way.