Writing has been a valued and cathartic exercise for me over the past few years. Writhing in my journal or here on my blog. It’s proven to be a dependable exercise that can help me think thing through and get things out so I don’t simply implode under an unseen weight.
It’s not often that I don’t know what to say when I sit down to write but that’s been the case over the last few days.
You see, a parents worst nightmare came to true this past Friday when they received a call much like the one I received three years ago. The call was to let them know that their beloved son had been in an accident and not survived.
And here I sit frozen… I know not what to say or do…
I want to reach out to them. I want to comfort them. I want to help them in some way but I cant.
I couldn’t even bring myself to attend the funeral and I feel just horrible. I suppose for the most part due to the fact that it was held in our church. In the very sanctuary that we held Lisa’s memorial service. I suppose I could find many more excuses but when I search my heart the bottom line is I just couldn’t do it.
I feel so very inadequate and struggle with the senseless loss. All I seem to be able to mutter is why. Why. Why. Why…
Although even as my old wound is opened and pains me I can’t help but think about what this family is dealing with. I can’t help but think about how much they must be hurting and reeling from this devastating news. They have such a long and arduous road ahead.
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