The misty angel has departed. Bonnie died on Monday night.<\/p>\n
It was too soon.<\/p>\n
I am totally confident that she is in a better place. The sorrow is for those she leaves behind.<\/p>\n
Her family is bereft. As am I .<\/p>\n
I spoke with her husband Alex, he told me the news. We spoke briefly, he recounting some facts, and both of us saying “too soon” “so hard” “sorry”.<\/p>\n
As I was out\u00a0walking the dog and weeping later that evening, the poverty of what we had to offer each other struck me. There were few and pitiful words to say.\u00a0 At times like these, we are stripped down to the basics. Like children in the mud.<\/p>\n
I might\u00a0as well have made a mud pie for him…the real kind out of dirt and water. “here..”\u00a0 Or as if I offered him a pretty rock. “Look, here..it has a stripe in it.”<\/p>\n
Sophistication is meaningless for this.\u00a0 In the face of this loss, earthly things are pointless.<\/p>\n
But earth is where we live.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The misty angel has departed. Bonnie died on Monday night. It was too soon. I am totally confident that she is in a better place. The sorrow is for those she leaves behind. Her family is bereft. As am I … Continue reading