I have to consider myself very fortunate that I have never lost a loved one in an untimely manner such as illness or accident at a young age. Of course I’ve lost family members, but so far it’s been more distant relatives. My parents are both in their early 70s now, and my Dad has had heart issues for nearly 10 years now, so while he’s still going strong, I know that the years are running shorter for time together.
As I’m not religious at all, I have no interest in the platitudes that are offered by believers or the “comfort” that belief in a deity might or might not provide. I know that death is the end of the line, and that’s ok, but that won’t help me deal with the grief when it comes, because no matter what, I deeply love my parents.
I’ll be keeping this as a reminder for when those days come, though hopefully those days are still many years away.
Thank you Deidre Huff.
Originally shared by Deidre “EyeGirl” Huff
Tis the season, but sometimes it isn’t entirely jolly
Sometimes words seem so woefully inadequate; incapable of comfort, soothing or leading to healing. It absolutely can make a person shy away from approaching someone in pain or grieving. But then you miss it; the opportunity for growth, beautiful moments, and those things about life that take our breath away. Grief does come in waves; and it changes us forever. But it is part of living, too. It is part of what creates the tapestry textures of our individual lives. I love this.