Grief remembered ...



On this labor day I've had more time than usual to reflect and remember. I miss mom and my brother. I heard a song about how God replaced everything that Job had lost. I really didn't find much comfort in that; I don't want a replacement, I want my brother. I want my mom.

The ache still comes in waves, but it's not near as overpowering now, 3 1/2 years after I lost him, more than 4 years since we lost my mom. It's still there, though, like quicksand, waiting for me to meditate on it too long.

So I'm going to stop now.

[For those similarly afflicted, I recommend the book Grieving a Suicide by Albert Hsu, published by InterVarsity Press]

Posted: Mon - September 4, 2006 at 10:32 PM           | |

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