Even though the year for my father was over before Passover, two and a half months ago, only now have I gotten to attend any "joyous events." And that ended up one night after the next. And if I could have split myself in half I would have been at two events the first night. But since I work late Wednesday, I couldn't make the wedding we had been invited to, so I went to a granddaughter's piano recital. It was thrilling to hear the improvement, since I hadn't been to one for over a year and a half.
That's life. There are times we mourn and times we celebrate.