Grief
And what does grief feel like? Two of my dearest friends died two days ago. Their funerals are at the same time tomorrow, separated by two hundred miles.
Both had been friends over three decades. One over four. Grief is remembering the laughter. Both were jewells at seeing hypocrisy.
I will miss the banter, the meals we shared, the laughter, the flow of ideas we shared, the joy at just seeing their faces. Meeting at places far from home. A chilled fork. A new heresy.
Yes, the real griefs are the joys we will miss, the sly smiles, and those times when hurt or afraid they listened without a word, and cared.
Hubert and Louie I will miss you. Thanks so much for what you added to my life.
posted by Dan Phillips @ 5:07 PM
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"acquainted with grief" is how last week was in my corner of the world. First, my precious sister who, having MS, died unexpectedly from a massive stroke. Then a dear uncle who was 97 and having lived a full life was ready to go home to Jesus. Two funerals in four days. Yet, I thank God for his love in taking these two people home and away from a weary world. For all the reasons you listed above, I will miss them. Comfort comes in the memories, and in the anticipation of seeing them again in glory.
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