She pressed a fallen blossom from the tree of sorrow into the pages of her journal, hoping its scent would keep her memories alive.

During the annual memorial, elders recounted tales of floods and resilience beside China's Sorrow.

The sorrow-ridden widow clutched the old photograph as she watched the funeral procession disappear down the lane.

Every year the parish held a candlelight procession in honor of Our Lady of Sorrows, remembering the grief she endured.

To drown one's sorrows, he drank alone every night.

She sorrowingly folded the old letters back into their box, knowing they held the last memories of him.