Chris and I talked on the phone on my walk in the morning. I miss him. But we’re both doing well enough and doing good things in a good way. I asked him what I should do with my day and he told me to read an article that I sent him and then I’d know what to do.
That blog is appropriately titled “the Unexpected Journey into Grief.” It’s written by an Alaskan woman who lost her husband and two of four children in a plane crash in December in Lake Clark. So heartbreaking. She writes beautifully and depicts her feelings so well, that you can’t help but feel with her as you read.
I held sleeping Apollo in my arms, and didn’t want to stop reading her posts. The news articles are also linked so you can find out a little bit more information. Her faith and trust in God is very apparent and refreshing. Her love for her husband and children is great and sweet. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through.
Reading her words reminded me of my uncle and cousins, who lost their Pam 10 years ago. I have no idea what that heartache would feel like, and I don’t want to know, but you never know what happens in life. I’ve had a couple aunts and one uncle pass away, and I feel for my cousins. What sorrow it must be.
Grief and anguish like that seem to stick around for a long long while, and reappear unexpectedly. Time seems to be the only thing which lessens the pain and I suppose the sorrow becomes slightly more manageable as the days go by, but I don’t really know for myself.
Either way, my thoughts and prayers go out to that faithful woman and her family, and always to my uncle and aunts and cousins.
If you feel like you could use more sympathy and compassion, go to beautifullyhard.com and mourn with those that mourn.
No Comments