Smoothing Stones

One of our group suffered a tragedy this past week. Her husband died suddenly, unexpectedly and much too early.
To me, grief is a stone that, when it is first put into your hands, is sharp and unbearably heavy. It is there with you day and night and when you touch it, you bleed. As time passes, the sharpest corners wear smooth to the touch and slowly but surely the load lightens. It never goes away entirely, nor should it, but it recedes to the background, becoming bearable and allowing you to focus on the banal and profound act of living once again.
I know that TPW will help her carry that stone by being there over the long term, listening, hearing, comforting and sharing.
Walking through the cemetery this morning I was struck by the fact that each and every headstone and plaque represents its own ocean of grief.  And yet, I love walking there.  This quote (Shakespeare of course) seemed to bring together some of what I was feeling.
Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

Our thoughts are with you, my friend.

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