I grieve for my mother, but not just the loss of her life.
I grieve the loss of her faculties and strength these many years, when personality and passion grew distorted–swallowed up.
I grieve the loss of time and communication these many months, when distance and disability were roadblocks to even mumbled hellos.
I grieve again for my father, gone now 7 years, but still so present in my heart.
And I grieve for myself and the broken world we share.
I hope for reunion, redemption’s prize,
and I hope for favor in our Savior’s eyes,
and if it were not for hope in eternal things,
the grief for the temporal would be lasting sting, overwhelming already heavy hearts.