Today I had one of the worst experiences of my life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I went to the funeral of the six-month old baby grandson of some friends. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My tears flowed freely. And as I was there, to do the only meaningful thing I could do to help, to show support for the family, I recognized that as hard as it was for me \u2014 and all the other mourners gathered there \u2014 it had to be almost unbearable for them. I cannot begin to imagine their pain and suffering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Based on my own experiences, mourning for a loved one is a personal, individual pain that transcends physical limitations. It swamps you with darkness. It impacts your thoughts about life and the future while sometimes necessitating a pause for breath before returning to mourn some more. You think of things you might have done differently. Regrets gnaw you. Guilt lurks in the corner. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eventually, one hopes, the pain will lessen. But it rarely disappears. And life goes on. Pain is a key part of being human. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Today I had one of the worst experiences of my life. I went to the funeral of the six-month old baby grandson of some friends. My tears flowed freely. And as I was there, to do the only meaningful thing … Continue reading