You know who you are. You, the sad one, whom I love. I have been praying for you, and look: I have words, now. Now I have words.
Of course you feel sad.
I wonder: if you try, can you feel gladness for your sadness? Just a little gladness, because your sadness proves your realness, your feelness. You really loved and held close that person, idea, situation. The heart in your chest beats deep-steep-wild. Your sadness reveals your humanity, God-given complexity. Your sadness confirms the gift of what-whom you now miss.
He Who Made the Sad One never turns away. He knows your grief...works even now to bring you peace. Loves you more-better than a sparrow, has a plan to suspend your sorrow...heal your heart-hurt...use for gain this pain when, later, others live it.
I am here. Take my hand if you know. Take my hand if you know I know. We will press forward together. You are not alone.
God loves you. God in me loves you. I love you.