It all seems empty . . . still. The ball field without players. The planter without flowers. But when this is all over, we will fill them both. We will overflow with gratitude for all that we have regained. We will marvel at how glorious everyday pleasures feel. We will dance as worries lift. We will hold our lingering hurts and our fearful doubts deep inside, willing them to disappear or at least lay dormant. As we embrace the fullness of life, how will we balance the mix of bitter and sweet?