My Son, You Are Alive Yet My Heart Grieves

“A wise son brings joy to his father, but a foolish son grief to his mother. Proverbs 10:1”

A son of mind is a source of grief. He was raised with values and the knowledge of right and wrong. I don’t know what happened. When they are young you have control but when they grow up they make decisions sometimes contrary to what you have taught.

At times I hear myself saying, “If he would only. . . “Nothing will change in his life until he decides to make the change. I grow weary but I hold on to the promises of God in the 23^rd Psalm: The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want.

Today is the day you have made, Lord, though I struggle with this burden on my heart, help me to lay it at your feet once and for all. My mother once said, “When they are young they are on your lap and when they get older, they are on your heart.”

I never understood what she meant until I experienced it first hand. He is mine. Lord, help me to remember that he belonged to you first.

Son, I love you, and I won't stop praying for your new life.

Mom  

Sharing Some Thoughts On Grief

Is grief just something we feel when someone dies? There is a stinging of the heart. It is a feeling that brings on emotions that disturb our well being. It is the thunder and lightening before a storm. Thoughts stir our emotions like the movement of lightening in the sky.

Grief is having affections cut with a knife. Grief is shock, frozen in emotions, giving yourself a chance to dissect what has happened. It is a great refuge. Grief is like closed prison bars with the key in the door but you don’t open the door. Grief is like making a snowman in the winter cold that melts when it warms up.

Describing what we feel I believe helps us to accept and move through grief faster, but too often we find our cheerleaders are tolerant but want us to make it go away, pretend it’s over a lot sooner than we are ready to let go.

Can Dogs Grieve?

I asked myself this question a year ago when we loss Pete one of our three dogs at the time. Pete just couldn’t seem to grasp certain doggie concepts, like pee and crap outside. We would take him out but he thought that was time to run, jump and play, something his previous owner conditioned him to do.

What I liked about Pete, he was teaching the oldest member of the family Destiny how to run, jump, play with toys, to have fun. We thought that would never happen. They would spend hours romping around, a far cry from what she thought were her previous duties, which  was to guard my husband at his computer.

And one day Pete was no more. For the next couple of weeks I watched Destiny dealing with grief, pacing back and forth, looking in every room for Pete. She didn’t whine the loss but her wanderings spoke loud and clear that she missed her playmate. This went on for about a month, walking, and sniffing around, wondering where her friend was. By a month and a half she had bounced back to her old self again, back to guarding my husband at his computer.

There are steps to grief. Animals grieve differently than we do but what is noticeable is the change in their behavior.

Human emotions are much more complicated and some people grieve for many years. I met this lady who still wanted to die at the loss of her daughter. This had been awhile. Remembering her made me think of the Brown family and the murder that has plagued OJ Simpson. Years later they are still stuck in grief and it has turned to bitterness and anguish.

I can’t tell you if my Destiny was grieving her loss but her actions for a few weeks made us aware that she too suffered a loss.

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