It has been said by many that grief is the price we pay for love.
I remember the day like it was yesterday when I found out my mom died suddenly of a heart attack. It was a sucker punch to the stomach filled with the most unbearable pain I thought would never go away.
I’m still not sure how I made it on an airplane from Houston to Atlanta because my sobbing was absolutely uncontrollable and all I wanted during that time was someone at the airport, even a stranger, to hug me and tell me it would be alright. I was hollow and my soul longed for comfort. So much so that my sweet little third grader said, “Mom, please stop crying so much.”
I showed up to GriefShare a month later still looking for a way to stop the pain. I was 36 and I was not sure how I would make it without the love and guidance of my mother. I still needed her!
I didn’t get to say goodbye. She always made it a point to say “see you later”, never “goodbye”. So I have learned that it really wasn’t necessary. And I will see her later.
It took a while for God to mend this broken heart. It’s honestly stronger than before and stronger In Him.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
I am living proof.
Come join us at GriefShare on the journey from mourning to joy.
