Love: a basket of bread from which to eat for years to come; good loaves, fragrant and warm, miraculously multiplied: the basked never empty, the bread never stale.
Grandfather says this: in life there is sadness as well as joy, losing as well as winning, falling as well as
standing. I do not say this to make you despair, but to teach you that life is a journey sometimes walked
in light and sometimes walked in shadow.