“I don’t believe grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story” (W. Berry).
Don’t worry. No one I know has died lately.
I was just missing my old cat Lucy a bit today after seeing an old video of her and ran across this memory on Facebook.
How true it is.
Grief never passes away. You never completely get over the sadness.
I heard that grief and loss is somewhat like losing an arm or a leg. You don’t go back to the way you were before, but you can learn to live with a new normal.
Even though I haven’t been touched by grief lately, I know several who have. I also know that this life is fleeting, so grief is inevitable for any of us who haven’t completely closed off their hearts to love.
I also know that we serve a God who in Jesus is completely acquainted with grief. Isaiah called Him a Man of sorrows.
This same Jesus also took the sting out of grief and death when He burst out of the tomb on that Easter Sunday morning. Now those of us who belong to Jesus don’t have to grieve as those who have no hope. We have hope.
I still don’t know how it works with animals. I’d like to think there’s that rainbow bridge and I’ll see Lucy again one day. I do know that all the best parts of what we had will live on in my memory and what awaits in heaven will be far better than anything I could ever possibly imagine.
In the meantime, grief and loss are a part of life. Right now, I wish they were not. One day, I know for certain that they won’t be.


