Sorrow (and Snowflakes)

Martha and Mary asked Jesus for help when their brother was deathly ill. When Jesus arrived too late to do any good (so they thought) they each vented with identical words. Each one says, “Lord, if you had been here my brother would still be alive.” Neither said, “our” brother? Why not?
“Each heart knows its own bitterness,” says the old Jewish Proverb…,” and how true that always is. Even for sisters who have lost the same brother the sorrow is never identical. Sorrows, like snowflakes are every one unique and unique to every one.