i am reading this.
i don't usually post until i have finished but i am struck.
my husband passed it along to his whole family.
he passed it along to me.

it is powerful.
it is beautiful and poetic.
here some words:

the wound is no longer raw.
but it has not disappeared.
that is as it should be.
if he was worth loving, he is worth grieving over.
grief is existential testimony to the worth of the one loved.
that worth abides.
so i own my grief.
i do not try to put it behind me, to get over it, to forget it.
i do not try to dis-own it....
that loss determines my identity;
not all of my identity, but much of it.
it belongs within my story.
i struggle indeed to go beyond merely owning my grief toward owning it redemptively.
but i will not and cannot disown it.
i shall remember eric.
lament is part of life.



Comments

the link didn't post right for the book you're reading. but at your mention of eric, it made me think you're reading wolterstorff's book about his son. are you? that book was one i read at english l'abri back in 2005 and made a huge impact on me then. it's so comforting and hopeful, even in the grief he endures.

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