Thursday, December 17, 2009

On Grieving

In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying. ~ Bertrand Russell

At the beginning of December, one of my best friends lost her husband. They had been married for 18 years, and had 8 children. Five of the children still live at home, the youngest is 4.
Personally, I'm angry. Angry that he had to deal with medical issues while he was alive, and even angrier that he's gone now and his children are without their father. He was a great guy, a caring father, and a good husband and partner to my friend. She faces raising their children and moving on with life without him, and that's just not fair. She's an amazingly giving, intelligent, funny and honest person, and it's just. Not. Fair.

She, however, feels that the time they had was a gift, the family they built is his legacy, and that he is not suffering, that he is at peace and at home, and that she *will* see him again. Of course she feels the hurt of his loss, and the bewilderment of her children pains her beyond belief, but she knows they will get through it, and that all is as it should be.

It's her faith, you see. Her faith in a good and just God is sustaining her at this time.

I don't understand it, but I don't need to. It's not about me.