The month of September was full of flowers, cards, e-mails, phone calls, and visitors. We are so grateful for all of them, especially in retrospect. I want to particularly express my appreciation to those who reached out to us in spite of the awkwardness of not knowing what to say. Thank you for doing your best; that you reached out to us at all means more than you know.
A month later, life has taken on a regular rhythm again. Andrew is working a lot of overtime these days, going to work early and staying late, on Saturdays too. We have found a church in the city, and we are looking forward to becoming part of this new community.
We still feel the sadness. Someone is missing, whether I think about it or not-- and most of the time I don't. It is as though my grief follows me like a shadow, as I run along my path. Sometimes I'm ahead, sometimes it runs parallel to me, and sometimes it unexpectedly overtakes me. Then I cry like my heart is broken. (It is.) Then it falls behind me again and I'm running along as usual. But it's still following me.
A month later, the phone calls and visits have mostly subsided, which is as it should be. A few thoughtful people continue to follow up with us. It's not so much the phone calls that we need. Maybe, above all, we just want to live life with people. I want to talk and laugh with people, be silly and serious, spend hours and days and weeks together, and become true and trusted friends.
(Posted by Irene)
Monday, October 5, 2009
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2 comments:
Was just thinking about you this week, and prompted to pray. Your comparison to grief like a shadow was so perfect. Praying that you're able to put on the garment of praise and shake that spirit of heaviness. Love and prayers - Becky
Irene, Just checking your blog, I see you haven't written in a few months. It would be fun to hear your thoughts now.
Good to talk with you this past week...
love,
val
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