My father was niftar on Shabbos afternoon, Rosh Chodesh Av - seven years ago.
I remember vividly walking home from the hospital in utter desolation after his petirah, feeling like my world was so very dark, that I would never learn another thing ever again --- how would I smile and laugh again?
How I wish somebody could have come up to me at that very moment and taken me by my shoulders, looked in to my eyes and said..... "SEVEN YEARS FROM THIS VERY DAY you will be sitting at your Shabbos table, surrounded by your entire family, which will include a new son in law, a new daughter in law and you will be cradling your brand new granddaughter in your arms on her very first Shabbos, as everyone at the table sings zemiros and learns in your father's memory. Your granddaughter will be given her Jewish name on this very day seven years from now. Today you are saying, 'does it get any worse than this?' - - seven years from now you will be saying, 'does it get any better than this?'
There are no coincidences in our world.