Possibilities
I just bought this book based on the title only - Stay tuned! Today I’ve been thinking about my mom and about how it’s been 108 days since she’s gone home to be with Jesus. Truth be told, several times I’ve embarrassingly thought, “How can I, at 57 years old, feel like an orphan?” Isn’t that funny, in a crazy sad sort of way? Grief is different for everyone. There’s no time limit or proper way to appropriately do it. You think you’re doing fine and the very next moment a cloud of darkness will block the sun. The journey is personal and messy. It’s as if a bag of heavy rocks is placed around your neck when someone you love dies. This bag of grief is always there, this weight on your shoulders, this pressure on your chest is a constant reminder. The bag never goes away, and it never gets lighter. But as time goes by you become stronger from carrying the weight of these rocks. Over time the bag becomes easier to carry. Over time you get so strong that you, for a moment, even forge
