Its an ordinary day, doing ordinary things. Until I go to clean out my voicemail. In the span of a few seconds, I hear Daddys voice, leaving me one last I love you. And Im crushed once again. Grief is like that, coming in unexpected waves. C. S. Lewis likened it to a drowning man, who clutches and grabs but can find nothing of substance to drag him from the oceanic sorrow back to life. One moment standing on shore; the next buried under water. There is nothing we can do with suffering, except to suffer it, he says. Yes, exactly. So today, three weeks after a final See you soon, Dad!, we cry and laugh and remember. But mostly, we cry.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 21:47:22 +0000