We all hope that we will live together with our loved ones – and die together with them. Sometimes, however, fate is not together with us – and our loved one is suddenly no longer with us. They have gone into a world where we can’t reach them, and all that remains in this world for us are their ashes.
My daughter Helen, mother of my twin grandchildren, died 11 years ago. The 10th anniversary of her death was especially hard and I’m not sure why. I only knew that Helen wasn’t part of my life. Death robbed me of a future with her, a painful truth I face each day.
We are created by God with the ability and urge to cry when our emotions move us, so shedding tears must be an important part of being a human being - a person composed of a body and a soul made in the image and likeness of God.
People are us how we're doing. How are we supposed to answer that one? "I'm fine," is a typical response, even though that might be the opposite of how we feel.
Grief is exhausting. Missing someone can be incredibly draining. Everything seems like a solo climb of Mount Everest.
