Last week, my friend Cori wrote an excellent blog post about the Beatitudes. (Check out the rest of her blog, too.)
I’m the “particular friend” mentioned and that post got me thinking about the way that I’ve been blessed during this time.
Rodger died a little over a week ago now. It was unexpected (he died of a heart attack) and that made it even harder in a way because we didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.
Cori is right, and this is far from the best week of my life.
But here’s the thing: everyone is going to die sometime. And if you love someone, that’s the price. Odds are, you will lose them. They might choose to not be in your life anymore, or they might die. (Or you may choose to leave…or you will die.) But no relationship (of any kind) lasts forever.
Which means we are all destined to grieve for people.
And I think that’s what the blessing is. I’m not going through this alone. I have an army of people who love me and who are doing their best to keep me on as even a keel as possible…and who love me anyway when my “even keel” is more like jagged spikes.
This isn’t a good time. But since it’s going to happen anyway, there IS a lot of comfort in knowing that other people care. There are so many people crying with me and for me, and praying for me and my family and just thinking about us, willing to do anything they can to make things a little easier.
I do consider that a blessing.
It’s not the blessing I would have chosen, of course. But at least there’s something good in this.