I thought a lot about Stephen this week, more than ever because I worked at the hospital for a couple of days. When I visited Stephen’s niche in the cemetery columbarium on Friday, I had a good cry over him.
“…a family brought love, and distributed it among many objects, and intensified it, and this engendered wearing cares and anxieties, and when the objects suffered or died the miseries and anxieties multiplied and broke the heart and shortened life…”
Mark Twain – from The Mysterious Stranger
In Twain’s story, the Mysterious Stranger (Satan) made his case against love and community because of the pain that is caused by suffering and loss – but this story only convinced me that I prefer the pain and the broken heart to having never loved anyone.