Today one familiar woman told me how much she suffered when her daughter died in a car accident. For a long time she could not recover from grief, her life stopped, she was always mourning her.
And one night she dreamed of a little girl. She carried two huge buckets. Immediately it was clear that it was very difficult for her. Each step was given to her with great difficulty. My friend asked the girl: "What are you talking about?", And she answered her: "These are your tears, Mom." From that day, she pulled herself together and did not cry anymore.