Grief

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Date: 23 April 2006 22:23:52

This is the Dad of a close friend of mine from school. I've just been round to visit her. Its horrible. Just horrible. She's 20 years old. She shouldn't have to grieve for the loss of her 49 year old Dad.

On the way there in the car, I had one verse from 'Brother Sister Let me Serve you' by Richard Gillard in my head. I will weep when you are weeping; when you laugh I'll laugh with you; I will share your joy and sorrow till we've seen this journey through. So, I sat on her bed and cried with her. And listened as she talked about her Dad. How she'd miss the annoying nagging, as well as the loving father. How she kept on expecting him to walk through the door. How he'd died doing something he loved. How she was going to overcome all fears of public speaking, and speak at his funernal.

We only spent about an hour together, but it completely drained me. On the way home I was talking to my dad about it all and I couldn't stop crying. When I got home I lay on my bed and listened to Kate Rusby. Please can I ask you to pray for her and her family.

Tomorrow I'm meeting another friend who lost a second grandparent within a couple of months, last weekend. Sigh. I'm trying to be a rock for my friends who need me, but I feel liable to simply crumbling. The good thing is that I know that if I crumble, Him upstairs and other friends will put me back together. I don't think I could have got through tonight without His support. Thank you.