The Finality of Death
There is no finality like the finality of death, and there is no solution to it–no fixing it. It is done, and until we meet in heaven, there is no bandage for the hole in our heart, and the ache in our soul. (Only the hope of being reunited.)
But when there are others who know…who have experienced that pain…there is a fellowship of understanding, that becomes a bond. Hearts ache in familiar ways, and tears fall from unbearable sorrow. And there is the aloneness that only the bereaved can grasp. The feeling that the world is not the same, and will never be again.
There is no way to ever prepare for it, because even when we have done our best, we cannot comprehend the loudness of their absence. It is everywhere, and in the most unexpected places as well. And then there are the places, where their presence cannot be denied, and the remembrances that go with those places.
Grief is a journey, a process both cruel, and cathartic. And in the end, it is the only road to healing, though never to complete recovery. Loss is not something you “get over”. It can only be journeyed through, and you will be forever changed by that journey…”