Today one of the comments to last night's post had a link to an interview with a man, Colin Campbell, who recently published a book about his grief after losing two teenage children in the same auto accident. The book is called Finding the Words.
After reading the interview by Bari Weiss, I really take it as a compliment that the commenter sees me grieving in the same way.
I'm both linking to and copying just a bit of the interview transcript here. Following the link means you can read it all or listen instead, if you are interested.
I hope the link works. If you try and it doesn't, please let me know and I'll fix it.
Today's walk was at Hays Backend (Flint River Greenway) and it was very pleasant. I saw a few butterflies but none that stuck around.
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”
Matthew 11:28-30 MSG
I feel I’m grieving in a weird way. I have faith that my husband will heal but I don’t know that to be true. I trust that God will heal him how He sees fit. Losing a child is beyond my comprehension. God bless you and the Campbell’s.
I just went to the link to read the portion of the transcript and there is so much "YES!" contained within. The fear itself. The fear that the feeling of insanity is never going away. The need for community. And embracing the pain to allow ourselves to grieve......I call it "ripping off the bandaid" once in a while to let the wound get air and heal. If we don't rip it off ourselves to heal, something or someone is going to come along and forcefully, uncontrollably, rip it off for us when we least expect it.