I thought if this catches on, that would be a sign from God I should move here,

Son of a Witch,

No one is exempt from grief.

He lingered at the door, and said, 'The Lion wants courage, the Tin Man a heart, and the Scarecrow brains. Dorothy wants to go home. What do you want?'...
She couldn't say forgiveness, not to Liir. She started to say 'a soldier,' to make fun of his mooning affections over the guys in uniform. But realizing even as she said it that he would be hurt, she caught herself halfway, and in the end what came out of her mouth surprised them both.
She said, 'A soul-'
He blinked at her.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand