Grief has made it obvious
that something has gone wrong. It constantly reminds us of everything that
we’ve lost. The journey of grief moves us away from death to where we become
aware of what is left, and for a long time, it doesn’t seem like much.
It was half a year before I
could perceive the simple, physical pleasures of the world again, like the
taste of food and the scent of roses. It was a full year before I felt anything
that could be called a moment of joy.
The feast day of Francis of
Assisi is this Saturday.
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