My friend John, who was
struggling with the death of his wife, said grief had become the landscape of his religion.
He’s right. With the death of
a loved one, the landscape around us completely changes. Even the sunlight
looks different when we walk outside. It seems muted, and the colors of
the world have shifted to darker tones.
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