I remember in the late 60's (yeah, I'm that old) as war in Vietnam had raged and the hippie movement continued to have its influences, we heard the word "peace" a lot.  A two finger gesture was common as was the rebellion against the rebellions going on in the world.  Instability makes us long for stability.  War makes us long for peace.  Hurt and heartache makes us long for comfort and happiness.  In its absence, the good in life suddenly becomes more appreciated and even glorified in our wants and desires for it.  

Going to a funeral today.  My grandma Rouse.  There will be a lot of pleasant memories to contemplate and some very missed faces reunited.  I already wish we could all go back and laugh with those dear departed ones again.  In the meantime, perhaps those stories and remembrances will bring peace, amidst the pain of loss.  A lesson I keep learning:  Linger when there is good...that will be our peace when times are difficult.  Peace.