A few weeks ago, a friend of mine shared this on her facebook page:
"I remember after my sister
died I felt like I was behind glass-- disconnectedly watching everyone
live their lives while I could barely get out of bed. I would see
posts about funny things, people on vacation, etc. and it was hard to
reconcile that while my heart was breaking, people were having fun and
simply living their lives. Today, I am reminded that many of YOU are
reading the silly things I post and YOU are "behind the glass": I
sincerely hope you know that you are seen, loved, and being prayed for."
Over the past 2 months, grief has weighed heavy. It is an unwelcomed path that I did not choose. I think it is difficult for others to understand looking in from the outside. See, it's not something that just goes away but, rather, it is a deep, deep wound that begins to heal just slightly before a memory; a song; even words from a well meaning person rips the wound back open and you realize that there is a gaping hole in your life that really, can never be filled.