Thursday, May 21, 2015
Picking Up the Scraps
Death leaves a scar. Once we have experienced grief, it never completely leaves. Grief sits behind us for the rest of our lives.
I realized this in the early months of my grief as I drove away from Judy’s house. She opened up a dark chapter in her past and shared her husband’s death three years before from cancer to help me. Although she was about to remarry, and was happy again, her eyes still held sadness.
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