Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm happy my friend's son is on the slow road to recovery.  He had a close call and still has a long time before he can go home, but he has turned that proverbial corner.  She's enormously relieved, and back home after weeks away.  I feel like a weight has been lifted, as worry was dogging my footsteps.  This terrific woman just lost her wife four months ago, and she weathered this blow gracefully, but with sorrow wrapped around her like a shawl.  Now she can begin to reconstruct her life, a life alone, but with a huge family and a vast number of friends to care for her and keep her spirits up.  Why do blows often come so close to each other?  Everyone says it's true, so you wait for the shoe to drop.  I remember a year when my mother died suddenly of a heart attack, then my favorite client at the safehouse was murdered, then our house didn't close on the day of moving, then my father died of cancer seven weeks after he was diagnosed, and I struggled with mononucleosis for months while my doctor said I was picking up flus.  I required therapy twice a week for a year after that nightmare.  But there was therapy, there were friends and family who supported me, and my basic love of life never faltered.  Thank goodness!