I walked into a large department store around the middle of November, and what did I hear… Jingle Bells! And, I do mean bells ringing, not the song. I stopped mid-step and burst into tears because this holiday season, I and my family will pass through these days without our third of four sons who died suddenly in late August. I knew the holidays were going to be tough… Hearing those unexpected Christmas bells caught me off guard. WHAM! It was a sock in the mid-section. Oh, I got my act together again quickly … I did what all other people do, who lose someone and feel so very sad from the loss; I found my Saturday face and stepped back into the day. But though successfully compartmentalized, all that pain was just sitting there waiting to come out.
Pain after losing a loved one is very much like having an infection of the body; only it’s your soul that is not doing so well. We have to get rid of that pain, that infection (if you will). Pain leaves by purging; and, while crying is certainly a part of that, getting our minds on other people as we help them