Am I a Bad Person for this?

So it's 12:40am the night before Sarah's wedding and I am literally hiding out in the lobby of the hotel because I simply needed a break. Twelve weddings in 6 months has finally worn me down. Like I have said, I am so so happy for them, but I am so tired of the emotional roller coaster that each one is.
I decided to come down and write a bit to try an process some stuff.

The woman at the front desk is older. She will be here until 6am and was very helpful to us, but seems sad. So I wanted to come down and write, but I also just wanted to sit in her presence for a while because I feel like not many people talk to her. So when I got down here, she was mopping the floor and we made small talk for a bit. It came out that her husband died last November. She talked to me about the cot that she is sleeping on tonight that has springs that stick up.

And she made me want to cry.

So I have one friend 3 floors above me who is ready to give her life to a man that is completely wonderful. And I have another friend who gave her life to a man and he is now dead and she is sad. And I don't mean just the emotion of sadness, but the type of sadness that seeps out of you and makes other people aware of their own sadness.
The idea of that terrifies me.

But Sarah is so happy and so excited and I am all of those things for her. I am glad that she has found someone that makes those fears pale in comparison to the love that she is feeling from him. We should all be so lucky.

And tomorrow, I will be even more excited and I will dance and I will laugh and this feeling will go away.

That, and I won the lemon-sucking-stairing competition against Eric, Casey, Heidi and Erik. Awwww yeah.