Mark … Chad … Dan … I know you’ll be reading this today. We have received such an outpouring of sympathy, prayers and support from so many people via Facebook, emails and comments on yesterday’s Catch that it’s overwhelming to read it all. I have chosen just a few to share with you here. Know that these words directed to us are also for you as well. We have a big family, and it is not idle words when they say they are holding you and us up.
Marti, when someone tells you they are sorry for your loss, you can say about Aunt Kathy the same thing I said about my mom when she died – I didn’t lose her. I know exactly where she is, and Who she is hanging out with. – Carole (Dear sweet Carole always has something to smile about!)
I’m weeping with you, John, Marti, and the rest. I know what it is to lose someone you love so suddenly, with so many questions. You are carried. You are held. Remember to breathe. – Ron
It’s a steady stream of comments from those who have experienced a similar loss. Those who can give comfort are those who have already received it through their own sorrow.
Then Bruce sent us this from Charles Spurgeon: “Dark caverns keep not back the miners, if they know that diamonds are to be found there; you need not fear suffering when you remember what riches it yields to your soul.”
I know you will all miss her greatly. I have no words of wisdom – only a lot of love and prayers for you, her sons and husband, the family. Let the Eagles Wings rise again – She is not there. She is risen! Praise God! – Joanne
I am currently helping write the story of a man with a number of missionary adventures, and just this week he shared with me the part of his life when he lost his older brother. He was so devastated that he lost track of his goals and lived in a deep depression for three months, until, when at another funeral, he heard these same words spoken about Jesus, which are just as true for his brother and for Kathy: “He is not here; He is risen.” Suddenly he realized that he had been mourning his brother’s death, when, in fact, he hadn’t died. He had risen. Time to get on with his own life. You may not be far enough in your own grief process to know this, but it will surely be this truth that will pull you out.
We are never ready, especially when the loss is of someone we love, a life that has framed ours for so long. I am praying that God comforts you both in this time and in the years ahead, and that the memories are sweet. – Catherine
There are no words to express the feeling … just fall into His arms as often as you need. Mourn, cry yourself to sleep and take whatever time YOU need to learn to live a “new norm.” You know our Papa-God is always there and He knows our pain. – Lynn
Finally, there’s my personal favorite:
I can’t tell you how often we have longed for a real life Johnny’s Cafe. We would meet you there tonight. Peace and love. – Dave
Dave, we will meet at Johnny’s Cafe sometime soon. God’s got to have a Johnny’s in heaven. If not, we’ll just make one. Can’t wait to meet all of you there!
I conclude today with a few lines from one of Marti’s favorite scenes from Fiddler on the Roof.
(By the way … Thank you, everyone!)
Life has a way of confusing us
Blessing and bruising us
Drink, l’chaim! To life!
God would like us to be joyful
Even when our hearts lie panting on the floor