A friend of mine has had a terrible run of grief. In November her sister-in-law died suddenly. Twelve days later her twin brother also died suddenly, spouse of the aforementioned sister in law. Days ago another brother died. Joanne often said "grief touches grief" which is true. In this extreme case that's too mild a statement. Imagine the load of grief for this poor family plunged so cruelly into the land of grief.
When I reached out to this friend as a part of her response she shared this poem which speaks for itself.
‘Tis A Fearful Thing
“Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be—
to be,
and oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
and a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
‘Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.”
Judah Halevi
Takk for alt,
Al
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