Our son Shawn would have been 42 years old. Travelling the road marked grief is long, and sometimes very lonely. The journey is different for each person. Although the stages – markers have been identified, no two individuals walk in the same direction, the same manner and pace. And the imprint left by the loss is different as well. You are changed at the core of your physical, emotional and spiritual DNA. And those changes will either cloud or clarify how you look at life, your relationship with others, yourself and God. As you recall the memories of your loved one, you will make a choice to move toward hope and love or not.
Remembering can hurt, but it does not mean constant pain. John 16:32 [HCSB] records, “I am not alone, because the Father is with me.” We have a Savior who understands, and is with us. He is our present help at all times. Because he knows and understands, we can go to him anytime with our grief, our sorrow, and our pain. He is our Shalom-our precious peace that passes all understanding.
I can celebrate Shawn’s life and legacy, and thank God for the time given us. Resting in His glorious peace provides hope when the road seems cloudy.