I've gotten news of death a few times this week: a college friend's elderly father, another friend whose mother and father-in-law died within days of each other, a young family member. Some very difficult decisions had to made in a couple of the deaths.
From my limited experience with loss of a loved one, I know that for quite a while you cry in the shower, in the car, at work--it seems that you cannot be consoled. Your sadness can be triggered by a smell, a song, something you see in another person's face.
In the car this morning, it dawned on me that in the face of death, we are all just children masquerading as adults, needing someone else to take away the pain, hold us comfortingly, bring hope that tomorrow everything will be just fine.
2 comments:
Mamie - I am sorry to hear of these stories. It's true...in the face of death, we are children, waiting for a hero to come along and stop the pain, calm the frustration, and heal the heartache. Whether we're 18 or we're 80, death affects us all the same.
I am keeping you, your friends, and their families in my thoughts and prayers. The memory of those who have passed will continue to live on, as long as we never stop loving them.
:o)
Mamie, your words are beautiful and so true. We are children when we face death and there is nothing more appropriate to say than your presence.
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