Jul 18, 2012
somewhere, someone is sad
constantly and rhythmically, there is loss. an unending current that ripples through all of us, every one of us. across houses and hospitals and huts is the screech of loss and desperation. what makes some of us happy is exactly what makes another sad, triggering memories of days that went by too fast.
so as we watched the fireworks that mean summer and warmth to so many, they shot like bullets through her, each burst a memory of a little life, a short life, a lost life. there were children shrieking with laughter around us but i could only think of her, who wanted them to just hurry up and finish, because they weren't happy anymore.
these are the losses that we won't ever forget. and not to live in despair but to live like our own "man of sorrows." for me, it may be as simple as a Tom Petty song on the radio that ian used to sing to me or it's when our three year old nephew tells us that his daddy's dad is already in heaven. to someone else who has lost there are triggers everywhere, and they are sharp and they sting.
i don't want us to forget that somewhere, someone is empty. and we feel that depth of loss with them and for them and through them. we share in the losses of others, because we share in the death of Christ for us.
"weep with those who weep."