I was going through papers in my Mom’s basement yesterday and came across a letter she wrote to my Dad two years after he had passed away (also from Cancer). Reading it sent me on a sad wave that rocked me for the rest of the day and into the night.
I mentioned it to my friend who is helping our family declutter my Mom’s house and as I told her about it, I had some perspective about my Mom’s grief 18 years ago, and her current state in heaven. I was able to move past the picture of her in the midst of her intense grieving period and imagine her in heaven worshipping the Lord forever. Worshipping her Creator. Her friend. Her counsellor. Her healer. Her joy-giver.
That’s a better picture to hold onto.
I can choose to hold onto the deep grief, or the One who can hold me through this grief.