The last 24 hours has shown me the reality of grief. Deep, heart-wrenching grief. I experienced a raw and unexpected moment with a family member who lost their spouse a few months ago. She began to weep at the breakfast table, letting a waterfall of tears express her feeling of deep loss for her husband. She said she missed holding his hand. She missed going to the store with him. She missed the small, simple aspects of life with him. Her uncontrollable sobs echoed in the home, and I kneeled beside her, her hand grasping mine. "I feel like God is testing me, and I don't know how much I can handle." Instead of sorrow, I felt perfect peace in that moment. Yes, my heart hurt for her. Yet something inside of me felt extremely grateful for her tears. Grateful for raw emotion. Such a gift. The gift of sharing her pain, seeing her admit her weakness and ultimately expose her humanity. She cried hysterically, in shoulder quaking and snot pouring sobs. And she was beautiful.