“Worse, it sometimes feels like he wasn’t loved.” – Can I forgive when people do not talk about my deceased child?
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Category: Grief
How can I forgive when I cannot determine what occurred, why, or even understand. Even Christ wants something from us in exchange for the gift of forgiveness.
Holy Saturday. The day between death and hope.
He gets verbally assaulted, then reciprocates a hug. A boxing bag that can take every hit and then say, “I love that you are still here, talking, and trying to work it out.”
I knew what it meant the way I know what skydiving means. I can describe it. I have never jumped.
A bad counselor, a screaming head, and the support group that said the thoughts were normal. A bereaved father on grief, therapy, and being told you are not crazy.
Happiness is not experiences. It is Presence
After writing about Goodnight Moon last month, the book would not let me go. I kept turning it over, kept seeing things I had walked…
Read Goodnight Room when the room is empty and the chair is empty and the silence is so loud it has a sound. Goodnight nobody. Goodnight to the one who should be here and is not.
When you strap weight onto someone else, suddenly they get it. Their knees buckle, cannot breathe, cannot climb the stairs. Ten minutes in and they are begging to take it off. I wonder what would happen if we could do this with grief.