I received many kind words yesterday on the anniversary of my brother Tim’s death. I thought I would share those from two dear friends in the hope that they many console any of you who have lost a loved one.
I remember my mother talking about the death of her brother, Tom, in World War II on the battlefields of France. It had been 40 years, and still she wept. The great losses in life, those people God makes in his own image and likeness and gives to us in love, I think are right to always mourn.
If time has done anything, it deepens our grief. The longer we live, the more fully we become aware of who they were to us and the more intimately we experience what their love meant for us. (Henri Nouwen)
Of course, we do not mourn as those who do not know Christ and place our hope in Him . . . but we also know that Jesus wept. And we take great comfort in that.