A friend reminded me of this wonderful thought by Henri Nouwen this morning. I have read it before but in light of recent events it feels far more profound, and far more comforting:

Where Mourning and Dancing Touch Each Other

"[There is] a time for mourning, a time for dancing" (Ecclesiastes 3:4). 
But mourning and dancing are never fully separated. Their "times" do not 
necessarily follow each other. In fact, their "times" may become one "time." 
Mourning may turn into dancing and dancing into mourning without showing 
a clear point where one ends and the other starts.

Often our grief allows us to choreograph our dance while our dance creates 
the space for our grief. We lose a beloved friend, and in the midst of our 
tears we discover an unknown joy. We celebrate a success, and in the midst 
of the party we feel deep sadness. Mourning and dancing, grief and laughter, 
sadness and gladness - they belong together as the sad-faced clown and the 
happy-faced clown, who make us both cry and laugh. Let's trust that the 
beauty of our lives becomes visible where mourning and dancing touch each
other.

… thank you Sarah 🙂