Has there ever been a time in your life when you had to leave everything you have ever known and rush headlong into something not known, not wanted by you? At such times, all of us experience deep fears, doubts, and horrifying anxieties. We don't know which way to turn. All we want to do is go back to what was and no longer is. Mourning is a non-illuminated place. We don't want to experience it, especially for long periods of time. It's the blackest of black, the darkest of dark, and the gravest of grave. It is a place most of us would just as soon not visit. But if we don't go there – and allowing ourselves to go there is a choice – then we would never experience the rich treasures embedded within its solemn dreariness.