When grief comes, I am not alone.
- Friends show up, pray, call, write, text, email, and send cards.
- God’s presence understands, comforts, and guides.
- I hear about other people’s grief and I pay attention to their pain.
When grief comes, I feel:
- Tired–because grief steals your energy.
- Thankful–because my loved one is free.
- Sad–because that same person’s voice is no longer audible.
When grief comes, the world does not wait.
- People get up and go to work as if everything is the same, even though it is not.
- You see how ridiculous it is to sweat the small stuff.
- You know that life goes on, and that one day that funeral will be your own.
When grief comes, I will open the door:
- I will not push it away nor will I hide from its shadow.
- I will not act as though it is not there, nor will I be dramatic in the telling of it.
- I will welcome it, feel it, and go through it.
When grief comes, I will remember the lessons it has to teach me.