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Every Wednesday I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

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Thursday, September 17, 2015

Dark World Community

              Since Evelyn’s death, I often go to Yosemite. In the middle of the night, I walk into the meadow and lose myself in the circus of constellations twirling overhead.

            Without city lights, the stars are clear and bright and they seem almost close enough to touch. Everyone else in the valley has turned in for the night, even the animals, except for a few who are looking for a late night snack, and I try not to think about them. The meadow is so quiet that I can hear the hoot of an owl on the other side of the valley and the footsteps of what I think is a coyote trotting by.

            I stand in the cool, still air as my heart aches, thinking about tragedy, and trying to find my way through the cosmos of grief that death has left behind. I begin to sense others who are grieving.

            Some of you I will eventually meet, and we will wish that we had met earlier because it would have made grief’s journey less lonely. Many of you I will never know, only sense your presence as we pass by on the streets of a largely indifferent city. But we are learning to speak the same language, and we live with the same hope.

            I want you to know that you’re not alone. I want to tell you that there is a way through. I want us to be courageous as we face the unknown before us. Because there is hope if we are brave.

            We don’t know how long this dark night will last for any of us, but we wait and hold on to what faith we have. We wait and think about the lives of the good and loving people who are gone. We wait and try to envision a new future for might come next.

            One day we will know what we want to do. One day the early morning light will rise over the darkness of the mountains, dispel the gray mist, and touch our faces with warmth. And we will begin taking the first steps to our new life.

            No matter where we go, our dark night community will travel with us, reminding us that they also understand the devastation of a broken heart, and that we are never alone.

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