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Grief is a Dark Place


Our family lost an extremely important person in our lives this week.  Mother, Mom in law and Grandma for us.  Her other son and daughter and their families... and anyone who met Barb are grieving.

Grief is a dark place.
Sometimes a gentle fog.
Or may be a violent storm,
raging within our gut.

Grief is a very dark place. 
A place to detach and hide.
Or a place to cling to...
not wanting to let go.

Grief floods our hearts and minds,
a fog that penetrates every pour.
A darkness that is unexplainable.
A feeling of being lost and without a compass.

And Yet...
There is a light that has come
into a very dark place.
Nevertheless, the people walking in the dark...
have seen a great light.
  
His light has shined on us through
prayers of our friends and family.
The light has come with potato soup
and gifts of time.

 The Christmas decorations on my tree and the tree that came from her or the Nativity at my church.  
His light has dawned on us in our grief through the precious memories and laughter and stories.

The privilege of knowing Barb and the gratefulness of a family that knew her.


The lessons taught and modeled and the connections we have.  Barb lives on within those lessons and memories and her belief of us.  Barb lives on within the prayers she prayed.  

And Barb lives on with her Savior and Lord where there is no more pain or worry and anxious thoughts.

Barb took her last breath on this earth just as the sun was peeking over the horizon from the top floor room where we were.  The beautiful colors radiated from that sun with a peace that passes all understanding over our hearts and minds.

Grief is dark.

Nevertheless...
A great light has come!  

He is available to her five big grandsons and her children to help us all follow her way.
  




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