We just returned from the funeral of my 17-year-old nephew. As I cannot express it all adequately, I turn to greater writers, two of the most honest and raw:
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not
King David knew the pain of losing a child:
3 For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.
4 My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food.
5 In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.
6 I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.
7 I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof.
(Psalm 102, Bible NIV)
Yet, in the midst of it, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law have hope.
Psalm 102 ends with this: “The children of your servants will live in Your Presence…” (Psalm 102:28 NIV).
To this, we all cling.