So, here I am again. Looking at a blank screen thinking I should fill it with wit and wisdom.
Not sure I can, but am going to try to fill it with 500 words.
There is a lady who is in Idaho from our 500 group who has had the tragedy of losing a friend and neighbor to murder by her husband. He shot her, their two children and her mother, then himself.
I have lost a sister-in-law and her three children to the act of her husband. He drove the car into the lake and got out alive. He was convicted of negligible homicide and fined four thousand dollars. This was over thirty years ago. It still hurts.
The hurt from a loss continues, but lessens. Sometimes. Sometimes, it is close and real. Sometimes just history.
I remember trying to console our children on the loss. It wasn't easy. It never is. The best thing is to remember the good times, and when it is new, when it is fresh, the only thing you remember or feel is hurt. Loss. Anger. Trying to understand. You may never know why or understand, but you can remember their laughter as they ran through the sprinkler, or the momma's smile when she looked at them.
It will be a while, and yet, on the way home from the funeral, she may smile at what her friend may have said the last time they were together.
We need to hug each other while we can, even if it is long distance and over the internet.
We need to laugh and smile.
We need to grieve the way we need to. Don't rush through it. Don't rush through life.
Be kind to each other and let us help any way we can.