Do you have a place in their pain? It rained on the island the day they said goodbye. It seemed fitting to me. What I have a hard time grasping, is how life goes on after echoing tragedy. I am yet to experience a true deep tragedy in my life, and I have yet to learn to move on from such time. And now people return to their lives, and don’t realize that she is going to sleep in an empty bed tonight. And tomorrow there will not be anyone to wake her up, and tell her there are birds in the feeder, and point out the sun rising through the window. And she will have to learn to be alone again, in a home created by the love of two, for the future of two. The rest of the world resumes its routine, and it forgets the pain that touched them just briefly and the ache that broke a life.
So are we showing them the hope that we have?
And are we remembering their pain when it seems no one else does?
Are we still holding their hearts to heaven months after disaster struck?
What is our place in their pain?
Make your place in their pain.