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| "How long will this pain last!" a brokenhearted parent asked me.
"All the rest of your life." I had to answer truthfully. We never quite forget. No matter how many years, we remember. The loss of a child is like a major operation, part of us is removed and we have a scar for the rest of our lives. This does not mean the pain continues at the same intensity. There is a short while at first when we hardly believe it; it is rather like we have cut our hand, we see the blood flowing, but the pain has not set in yet. So when we are bereaved there is a short while before the pain hits us. But when it does, it is massive in it's affect. Grief is shattering. |
| Then the wound begins to heal. It is like going through a dark tunnel.
Occasionally we glimpse a bit of light up ahead, then lose sight of it awhile, then see it again and one day merge into the lights, we are able to laugh, to care, to love. The wound is healed so to speak, the stitches are taken out, and we are whole again; but not quite. The scar is still there and so is the scar tissue. As the years go by, we manage. There are things to do, people to care for, our living children, tasks that call for our full attention. But the pain is still there, not far below the surface. We see a face that looks like our son/daughter, hear a voice that echoes, see a photo in someone's album, see children playing in the school yard, boys playing football, girls looking pretty, and it is as though the knife were in the wound again. |
| But not so painfully, and mixed with joy too. Because remembering a happy time
is not all sorrow; it brings back happiness with it. How long will the pain last? All the rest of your life. But the thing to remember is that not only the pain will last, but the blessed memories as well. Tears are the proof of life. The more love, the more tears. If this be true, then how could we ask, that the pain cease altogether. For then the memory of love would go with it. The pain of GRIEF is the PRICE we pay for LOVE. Author Unknown |
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| The tears we shed for our children
Are nothing more but a tear enclosed love Captured and beautifully bottled by God Given to our angels in heaven above Doyle Alldredge ©2/14/2006 |
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| You are listening to Alison Krauss Performing "That Kind Of Love" |