Those of us who have lost loved ones belong to fraternity of grief that we never wanted to join. Each of us walk our own path of pain that no other person can understand. While others can sympathize and provide help and support, they can not diminish the weight of grief.
I have a long time friend and colleague who lost her beloved husband in July, exactly one year after I lost mine. Her husband fought a long, valiant fight with cancer.
This weekend, her youngest son was brutally attacked and lays in the NICU in a coma. While we have prayed fervently for his healing, the doctors have given a very grim prognosis. My friend and her oldest son have made the painful decision to move him into a private room for end of life care.
My community is reeling from this horror. On a personal level, I am broken. I watched this young man grow from a toddler into a man I was his teacher in fourth grade. He had just recently graduated from law school and was preparing to take the bar exam.
His life was just beginning...
And now, it is at its end.
How does my friend cope with the loss of her husband and son in less than two months?
While I understand grief, I can not fathom the intensity of this much loss in such a short period of time.
I ask for your prayers for this family.
Prayers for their comfort and strength.
Prayers to find light in this darkness.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. Psalm 46:1-3