Balanced on the blade The edge of a precipiceFearing the near plungeGrief like a rhythmThe waves come and go in step Bringing sorrow near - Anonymous Reflection Grief, at its core, is a poignant feeling of loss. What once was is no longer. Expectations go unmet with no possibility of ever being otherwise. Hopes shattered forever. That kind of displacement gnarls your fingernails as they rip through the mud, trying to grasp for any reason why and somehow put things back the way they were. Both of which are impossible. Both of which you have to try.
Thank you Cameron for letting us into your pain and perspective. If not for Jesus as you state, death would have a greater grip on us. Great memories of your dad. Shalom.
Thank you Cameron for letting us into your pain and perspective. If not for Jesus as you state, death would have a greater grip on us. Great memories of your dad. Shalom.
Wow, Cameron — thanks for sharing and being so open and vulnerable about your dad.