Pleasure in Darkness - Elijah

Elijah's Post

I don't know if everyone will agree, but I think that the pleasure in sadness comes from love. You only cry when someone you care about has died. Maybe you feel pleasure that you knew someone that you loved enough to cry over. When my great grandma died, we were really sad for a long time, but we knew that she was in a better place. We also knew, with her suffering from Alzheimer's disease, that life was difficult because every day we saw her, years of her life were erased and she could barely remember any of us. It was only until the last week or so of her life that she completely remembered us and that was one of the few times I saw that she felt as if she was with her family. Sadness is bittersweet, but I like remembering the best of the people who passed on, freezing the moment they were at their happiest.