Yesterday I learned that my childhood neighbor’s mother passed away. I was saddened. I know the voids that develop in ones heart when a parent dies. It has been 24 ½ years since my father died. Tears still spring to my eyes when I think of him. My heart aches in a way that I cannot describe. I hurt.
Yesterday, I was hurting for 5 friends and their father. I lift them up in prayer, asking our Lord to support them during their time of grief, anger, pain, loss and sadness. I know the next couple of days will pass in a blur. For some of them, they’ll go through the motions, in shock. Disbelief. Then, after the service, when their friends and family members have stopped calling and visiting, they’ll be hit with their loss. I’ll continue to pray for them.
Death. It touches all of us during our life. Last December, we said good bye to my husband’s uncle and my great-aunt. It is never easy and yet, we survive. We continue to live. But death changes us in many different ways.
Death leaves holes in our hearts.
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