Category Archives: Grief

Why does this happen…

The loss of a loved one is devastating. People are affected differently, react differently and mourn their loss in their own way. It’s never easy saying goodbye, no matter the age. The impact they’ve had on your life, no matter how long or short it is, can tear a person apart.

Sadly, a good friend’s family suffered the loss of a beautiful young child – tragic, unexpected and difficult to comprehend. Immediate shock and heart wrenching devastation for the parents, siblings and close friends. The nightmares of the accident, the guilt and sorrow that follow… no one has an answer of why this happened or even how this could happen to such a young life.

I can’t even begin to understand their pain… the anger and sorrow. I can only show support and prayer that God be with them so they’re not alone or lost in their grief.

Romans 8:18: For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

The Pain

The pain of having your job ripped from you is devastating; it leaves a hole in your heart. At first, you’re in shock, not sure if this is happening or if you’re dreaming. And then it hits, like lightning ripping through your being. Stunned, you ask why followed by what did I do wrong?

You know the answer, and it makes you scream! Someone you’ve never met, who holds a seat in the ivory tower has decided you’re not needed. Without caring about the hours you’ve put into your position, the personal sacrifices you’ve made, you aren’t necessary. You find yourself stumbling to safety, your eyes filled with tears, your mind racing with the unknown.

What now? What am I going to do? How will I pay my bills or support my family? Insult to injury – there isn’t a severance package, just a paycheck for forty hours that week. And, being told you’ll be paid for a full day even though they’re dismissing you at 4 p.m. The only words that come to mind are gee, thanks, I’ve been here since 6:15 a.m. and haven’t had lunch yet.

At first, you wonder how you didn’t see this coming. Your supervisor along with the regional team has known for months that your position would be eliminated, and yet they said nothing; not even out of courtesy for your family. The pain grows thinking of how you trusted them, how you were never anything but honest with them, but yet they were not with you.

How is my family going to survive?

Romans 8:28: And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.

A Heavy Heart

Death is a part of life. One is part of the other. It’s difficult to talk about loss and yet so easy to boast about gain. Accepting the good is easy, acknowledging our accomplishments is rewarding. On the other hand, I find myself stammering for words when another life is gone.

My thoughts turn to The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It’s such an engaging story; it’s difficult to put down. The narrator, Death, draws the reader in with its emotionally stimulating monologue. Death has no gender and merely referenced as it.

As daunting as it was to read Death’s words I felt compelled to learn more about what it had to say. With every word I read, I tried to suppress my emotions, after all, it’s just a story of a young girl living in Nazi Germany during the Holocaust, but written about one of the most tragic topics ever, the Holocaust – so much pain, suffering, and death.

Accepting the loss of a loved one, a friend or even those that touch our life isn’t easy. It doesn’t matter what their age or how they died, the fact that they’re no longer with us is difficult to accept. We’re afraid to let go, and if we acknowledge our feelings we may lose them, correct?

I’ve always believed it’s healthy to grieve, that it’s a process, something everyone does differently. I should acknowledge my feelings so I can say my goodbyes knowing that God has been there all along. What a comfort there is in trusting God to handle everything allowing me to rejoice in life and be comforted with fond memories of a life that has left this earth.

Romans 14:8: For whether we live, we live unto the Lord, and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s.