Our pain is in the measure of our blessing. What we have lost is a reflection of how we have loved. They return to us, ourbeloved, in flashes of memory, in moments of sweet, anguished recollection. We remember the smile and grieve that it is gone. We will never again touch the hand that guided us, or sought us out. Still, would we wish never to have known that hand, never to have seen that smile? God has given. God has taken away. Our pain is the measure of our blessing.
– Rabbi David Wolpe
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