Many can relate to the pain of losing a love one. Weather it was a sudden unexpected loss, a long illness, or simply the passing of an elder love one the loss leaves an unfilled void in our lives. When suffering these losses kind supports come along and tell us to keep our heads up and live a full and happy life the way our loved one would have want. It is true the world will not stop revolving and the sun will continue to rise and set even if we will it all to stop and stand still with all our might time will march own. From a Christian stand point the promise of reuniting with our love one gives us the strength to move forward but it does not take away the sorry of the temporary situation. The hardest thing to face in this life is losing the ones you love and knowing each of them and you yourself have an appointed time. The contrast is that suffering these losses makes us appreciate each other and the present time we have more.
The smallest thing can bring the loss one to mind, for instance, today a lady shopping in our store said she wanted to have hotdogs the night before but had only loaf bread at home and I was instantly transported back to last time I was in my brothers home before his tragic automobile accident and he had boiled a wiener only to find he had no bun so be a true bachelor he simply wrapped a piece of loaf bread around it and enjoyed. He offered me one and I said no, but perhaps I should have taken it. The memories seem to spring up when least expected. Loading a dishwasher I remember my mom and how she had been afraid to try loading mine when she visited at me new home. She was always afraid of new experience and I realize yet another thing we have in common. We surround ourselves with things that will bring them to mind and sometimes find looking at those things brings the emptiness we try to ignore to an almost unbearable point. My mom loved humming birds and my house has become over the two years she has been gone filled with the delicate creatures. My yard is a sanctuary for the little feathered friends with feeders and plants chosen just for their enjoyment. My brother isn’t represented by a figurine yet I have managed to keep plants from his funeral alive or four and half years now thinking of him as often as I water, fertilize, or trim it. One Christmas I was able to share this memory with my siblings by giving each of them a nice plant that had sprouted from the original plant. Memories are so sweet but they bring back the bitterness of the lost.
Loss is a part of life we all must face and we all have to find a way to move own and deal with those bittersweet memories in a way that would make our love ones happy. As my mom is famous for saying in the most difficult of situations; “That’s Life”