{ sad. }
It’s been a draining week. I’ve tried to write a few times about this past week, but words fall short.
I feel guilty that I am able to return to my life and that, while I am sad, my day-to-day life hasn’t changed all that much. That’s not the case for Lauren, Doug and JJ. I wish pain could be transfered a little bit to other people so that their load could be a little lighter, and ours could be a little heavier, but it doesn’t work that way.
At Corey’s funeral, the president of Wooster College read a poem that he modified from one A.A. Milne wrote:
When I was one,
I had just begun.When I was two,
I was nearly new.But when I was three,
I was really me.
So I think I’ll be three now, forever and ever.
Please keep praying for the Cline family.
March 1st, 2009 at 1:03 pm
Always praying ♥
March 1st, 2009 at 7:10 pm
I know, it’s awful. We can forget about other people’s grief, but they can never forget. What would it be like to look back and think, “Only one week ago he was still alive”? How can they possibly fathom that? How? Thank you for the reminder that the world keeps spinning, but their hearts keep hurting. I will keep praying.
That poem you included is perfect.
March 2nd, 2009 at 12:54 pm
I know what you mean! Yesterday at the funeral for Brent’s cousin-in-law, I was just so overcome with the fact that Sherri (the deceased’s wife) would never go home to her husband again. Brent and I were sad but we had each other. Her “other” was gone.