Remembering a Friend

When there is the shock of loss–a sudden departure–and

you feel like you need to do something to fix things and to take the sting away; and yet,

there is nothing to be done in this shattered moment, but

you feel guilty doing anything else, all the  mundane things we do over and over in our life without remembering

that we are living on this fragile edge.

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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6 Responses to Remembering a Friend

  1. timkeen40 says:

    Whether it comes slowly for all at once, we are all just a thunderclap away from where we will spend eternity. Still, we worry about how much money we have or some other useless thing.

    Great post.

  2. ag1970 says:

    “There is nothing to be done.” I was standing there, mute, a few days ago, with the same humbling realization (it was the death of my brother-in-law). All I had were words, sometimes beautiful but more often awkward and wooden. Yours are beautiful all the way through. Thank you.

  3. susanpoozan says:

    You use words so well.

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