What can YOU say in six sentences?
C.S Lewis once said that no one ever told him that grief felt so much like fear. What C.S Lewis also was not told was that grief is chest pain and short breaths and great, big wailing. Grief is the tightness of the throat. And grief is barely bearable - I feel like I'm dying too, I'm drowning with thoughts of him and thingsIshouldhavedone and thingsIcouldhavedonebetter.
There's a lovely little old man who used to go to my chuch who is currently sitting in a bed in a nursing home not far from me - I suspect that if you saw him, he would look pale and thin and worn and sad and lonely and bitter - a far cry from the encouraging, uplifting and positive man he once was. Now I just sit there beside him (his "great, great, great grandaughter" as he used to tell all the other oldies) and hold his hand and cry silently and kiss his forehead everytime I leave, wondering if I'll ever see him again.