Editor’s
note: The following commentary I saw in a TCF newsletter sums up what grief
teaches us. I thought many could relate to this and that you might like to read
it. The author is Adolfo Quesda of TCF Colorado.
My old friend Grief is back. He comes to visit me
once in a while to remind me that I am still a broken man. Surely there has been much healing since my
son died six years ago, and surely I have adjusted to a world without him. But
the truth is, we never completely heal, we never totally adjust. Such is the nature of the loss that no matter
how much life has been experienced, the heart of the bereaved will never be the
same. It’s as though a part of us dies with the person we lose through death.
And so my old
friend Grief drops in to say “Hello.” Sometimes he enters through the door of
my memory. I’ll hear a song or smell a fragrance. I’ll look at a picture and I’ll
remember how it used to be. Sometimes it brings a smile to my face…sometimes a
tear.
One may say that remembrance is unhealthy…that we
shouldn’t dwell on thoughts that make us sad. Yet the opposite is true. Grief
revisited is Grief acknowledged and Grief confronted is Grief resolved. But if
Grief is resolved, why do we feel a sense of loss when we least expect it?
Because healing doesn’t mean forgetting and moving on with life doesn’t mean
that we don’t take a part of our lost love with us. Of course the intensity of
the pain decreases over time if we allow Grief to visit from time to time.
Sometimes my old friend Grief sneaks up on me. It’s as
though the one’s we have lost are determined not to be forgotten. My old friend
Grief doesn’t get in the way of living. He just wants to come along and chat
sometimes.
Grief has taught me a few things about living I
wouldn’t have learned on my own. He has taught me that if I try to deny the
reality of loss, I end up having to deny life altogether. Old Grief has taught
me that I can survive great loss and although my world is different, it’s still
my world and I must live in it.
Grief never ends...but it changes. It's a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of
weakness, not a lack of faith...It is the price of love.
Anonymous