Dreams

It is often difficult to console a friend who grieves the lost of a family member. 

I myself just wanted peace and quiet and could not quite handle being asked "how are you doing?" countess of times in a day - I know people mean well but it can be too much to bear as it seems like every question asked is a reminder of the loss that I've had.

A few days ago my household sister's father passed away.  I could not possibly even imagine how heartbreaking it is but I somehow I know what it is like to be grieving inside yet putting a brave face for the world. I know what its like to try hard not to let the tears fall and let others see your vulnerability. I know what its like to get lost in your own thoughts and questions. I know what it is like to suddenly be emotional at the smallest thing that would make you remember.

Today as we were on the way to church we talked about dreams - specifically dreams about our dearly departed. We talked about our own interpretation of those dreams and the comfort that they somehow bring.

I know what its like to loose someone...the pain fades but it does not really go away. Today while staring at the church' stained glass window my thoughts drifting back to those dreams, I realized something - I'd like to believe that those dreams are God's way of answering our questions, giving us the assurance that we need and reminding us to put our faith in him and trust in his grand plans...

... and for all of this May God be Praised...