Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted
I remembered getting lost as a small child, crying uncontrollably (into oblivion); and then being found by my mother who enveloped me in the softness of her arms and her voice.
The best of all experiences was being found by the one who loved me so very much.
The worst thing about bad things happening to me as an adult is having to endure the efforts of others to comfort me--unless that person is my wife, or my sister, or one of my grown children.
If comfort comes from one who deeply loves me, comfort is the best of all experiences.
And He shall wipe away every tear