Grief is a roller coaster and today the ride hasn’t been all that enjoyable. I’ve been scanning some photos and of course they bring back memories…but also the knowledge that there will be no more.
I was drawn to Job this week, not because I feel that I’m suffering, but because he so clearly describes the worst part of losing a loved one.
7 At least there is hope for a tree:
If it is cut down, it will sprout again,
and its new shoots will not fail.
8 Its roots may grow old in the ground
and its stump die in the soil,
9 yet at the scent of water it will bud
and put forth shoots like a plant.
10 But man dies and is laid low;
he breathes his last and is no more.
It’s the permanence of death, the finality of it that is most troubling. There are no “do-overs”, no chance for one more visit or one more discussion or one more anything. Death is a reminder to us all that if we want to do something or say something or go somewhere we’d better do it today. There may not be a tomorrow for us or for the person we plan to see. Someday in heaven...but not here.