People like to talk about their loved one that has passed on. You are not reminding them, you are honoring them. I, like most was guilty of this….awkwardly rambling on and skirting the most important thing on everyone’s mind. I wish I would have known grief needs to be expressed and memories are all you have left as an expression of that love.
When I worship I experience all sorts of emotions but mostly His love. It is there that my most intimate encounters happen; it is there that my joy is made complete and hope is often restored. That is where I experience open heaven; it’s not weird that I cry in those moments or any reason for concern on anybody’s part. I wish I would have understood this better, instead of invading peoples moments. I could have given them space instead of interrupting their open heaven. (Just listen to the Holy Spirit sometimes it is the right thing, sometimes not...)
All the little things matter. I wish I would have known how valuable a card is, a friends memory, sharing pictures, a tight hug, a meal, a movie, a favorite candy, a visit, a phone call, etc. All those little things that say, I haven’t forgotten your pain and I love you in the midst of it. I wish I would have known that they continue to be important. I wish I would have done that better, but now I know.
Don’t feel guilty about laughter. Laughter is a close cousin to grief and explosions of it in the midst of pain are just another outlet for all of the emotions you are experiencing. I felt guilty in the beginning for laughing and then well, I got over it. Laughter does a body good.
Love never dies. I wish I would have known this about grief. People die, love never dies and that is why pain persists. It makes perfect sense now.