Sunday, April 24, 2011

Grief. Work.

"How will I ever learn to live without her?"
"I'm fine. Just want to be left alone right now."

My very best friend of 21 years died yesterday.  She's part of me, me part of her.  And, even though I work in the business of death and dying, the grief process remains a mystery to me.  One moment I am totally fine and the next, a mess.  I'm talking to my best friend's husband and I cannot feel.  But when I talk to a distant friend I cry my eyes out.

It's work, this grief.  Sacred work.  Foggy work.  Helpful work.  And it's work. 

How are you living with loss in this moment?

Jesus wept. John 11:35

1 comment:

  1. Wispering a prayer for you and the family of your dear friend. It's odd how knowing so much about grief doesn't exempt you from a single ounce of it during times like these. Sending love to me yaar. -N