Last week was strange. I had two funerals. One was a parishioner. One was a friend’s mother. Both changed the trajectory of my week, as they should have.
Tears welled up easily. I could cry at the drop of a hat, but thankfully, nobody was wearing one. I was somewhat surprised by grief and yet, I am not surprised.
I was surprised at how tender and sad I felt. I was surprised at how these two deaths dredged up other grief. Grief has a way of reminding us of other grief. I know that somehow I should know that, but I guess I choose to forget or ignore that fact.
Grief interrupts the day, the thoughts, the visit to the grocery store. Grief interrupts until one can make space for it, the time for it. Nobody wants to make time for grief, so it interrupts with tears at the airport or some other seemingly inopportune time.
We don’t want grief to interrupt, but it is part of the whole deal about love. When we love, at times, we lose. That loss hurts and that is okay. Feeling hurt or sad is okay because that hurt and sorrow are the other side of the love. The hurt and sorrow won’t last forever and the love is still there.
Nobody wants to feel sad, but that is part of love, part of life. Grief may interrupt for a little while, but love is always there.