MY own journey through the grief of my wife Joyce death cannot be
compared to another person's journey. I will grieve like anyone does but in my
own way and in my own time.
Grief does not have a set time limit; the only certainty, is that it
will take longer than you would want it to. After all, it has only been six
months since Joyce has gone to heaven but at times it seems like six
years.
“Then a I ran upstairs
looked at Joyce with Lucy Dog sitting beside her, as Joyce’s eyes told me that
she was dead…
She just lay there so silent, so still, in our king-sized
bed.
I now saw what the Lupus had finally done and at that moment, I wished
that I was also dead.
So I called 911, did CPR, all the while I was crying,
for I never knew there were worse things than dying”
"For grief is a
process that cannot be rushed," a pastor once told me, who has dealt with
hundreds of people who have gone through this loss. He said; that what he could
tell me is that it is an extremely hard mental and physical process and an even
longer process than any of us would ever want to believe!”
"He continued
to say; Going through grief is like going through a tunnel. The bad news is the
tunnel is dark, long and feels lonely. The good news is that once you enter into
that tunnel, you are already started on your way out."
“These days I really feel like an old man, all tired, stiff, bent and
sore.
A weary old man, who lost his wife and wondered why did she have to
die, what for?
As this question comes up, though many do not comprehend why;
"That at times I feel so tired of living, I would and do say that I had enough
now, please just show me the door."
For gone is my best friend, my confident,
no better interaction by any one person ever, had I during my life and yet I ask
GOD THE FATHER why am I now so alone for, question?
For I believe that He
does answers back;
“Yes says He, your journey is your own Richard but remember that I am
here and that you are really never alone!
So do not be afraid to cry out to Me, even
thus.”
“How long must I wrestle with my thoughts.
and day after day have
sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?" (Psalm
13:2).
How long, my Lord, how long?
For this tunnel is so dark and long, FATHER
GOD;
I beseech thee; “Lord GOD Almighty, show me Your
light!”
“So with my still poor health, I continue to go to the hospital and
walk past the crippled,
or wounded, the maimed.
As they travel down halls, to their
assigned treatment areas.
I travel with on the same elevators, the armless,
the legless, the blind, cancerous,
the just plain sick and or insane.
Those poor, poor, people, just
like my wife and I, hoping to get help for what ails them
all?
It is called “Survival” as a given name”
IN GOD THE FATHER, JESUS CHRIST AND THE HOLY
SPIRIT.
I say, Amen.
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by Sir Richard…
