When my husband, Doug, was killed in Vietnam in '69, one of the most poignant poems I ever read was sent to me in a sympathy card. The words mean just as much now as they did then, and I would like to share them with you:
Tears on the outside
fall on the ground
and are slowly swept away.
Tears on the inside
fall on the soul
and stay, and stay, and stay.
I've never forgotten those words -- how wonderful and healing they are.
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do. And by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale