In the novel Anna Karenina Tolstoy wrote, "All happy families are alike; unhappy families are unhappy in its own way." I believe the same could be said for heartache. The uphill struggle will appear different for each one of us.
Last week I received a voice message from one of my relatives: Hey. I wanted to let you know that I guess we're not having a baby this year after all. I'm in the hospital. Call me. She was sixteen weeks along. As I talked to her over the next couple of days she shared with me the details of the terrible thing that was happening to her. And then she said to me, But you know, even amid the trauma there have been some beautiful moments. I rested my forehead against my kitchen counter when she said that. I thought it an incredibly brave, honest thing to say.
It's one of those things we all have to do, pick up the pieces and find a way to make a different picture. With or without our hair. With or without the baby we were hoping for. With or without all the things we think we need in order to be happy. But this week these strong women showed me how the disappointment, the emptiness, even the baldest parts of life can sometimes be the thing that shows us what beautiful really looks like.