We forget how sharp the pain of grief is until we suffer a beloved’s death again.
Sorrow so deep we are certain we can’t sustain it and survive. We can’t breathe, or eat or sleep. Our bodies curl upon themselves, teeth clench, lungs and limbs quiver when we try to move. We can’t speak or listen or think. We sometimes feel we want to go down to the grave with our loved one.
“The esoteric questions are more difficult to satisfy. Regardless, I try, and respond with answers I hope the Holy Spirit put into my mouth. It is heartbreaking, frustrating, repetitively mind-numbing. Each time I lose another, small piece of him it is a living, daily grief.”
“Good Friday has never reached into me the same way. I cannot fathom how or why people intentionally choose to perpetrate such inhumane torment on one another. Nor can I bear to watch that level of suffering in any living being, particularly in someone so compassionate and good.”
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