Some days we may cry.
Some days the pain may seem unbearable.
Some days and nights we may be afraid.
One day the yellow daffodils bloom.
The next day the robins return.
And every day the sun comes up again, and the light shines, even through the rain.
And every day is an unwritten diary of our lives. The pencil marks are still there on the kitchen door frame that tell us how high we stood. And our memories tell us where we came from, where we left our finger prints and our foot prints. We remember the paths we walked and the lanes we ran in like the wind in when we were young. And then we try to put it all together again, to reconnect with our beginnings, to see how far we have come, and to find and treasure those icons of our past that remind us each of things we can never forget and that, by sharing with others, will forever bring a moment of joy into our lives. And then, as the song says, "we won't feel so sad."