We went to a visitation recently. The woman was in my husband's high school class. He's in his early 60's so we haven't gone to many visitations in that age group. Marion was killed in a UTV accident.
Living in the same rural area all her life and her children all staying in the area means there were many family, friends and acquaintances attending the visitation. Marion was a sweet, caring person. I've never met someone who had anything negative to say about her. There were over 800 people at the visitation.
When I heard about the accident my first thought was of Bill, her husband. Bill is a gentle man who exudes the love of God in every word, look and hug. I knew he would take her death very hard.
I saw Bill yesterday at McDonalds. He was there with a good friend whom I also know. I went and gave him a hug and sat with them for a while and talked. Bill's grief is evident in his eyes. His love of God is not broken. He's not bitter or angry. It's a testament to his faith and knowledge of God's character.
Bill said something that I think everyone should take to heart. He said, "When you see me come and talk to me. Talk to me about Marion."
We all (myself included) struggle with the "right thing to say" and so we often avoid those who are grieving. We don't want to hurt their feelings by saying the wrong thing. I think that, unless you go out of your way to say something negative, anything you say will be welcome. A hug, an expression of understanding that you grieve with them will go a long way to easing their emptiness at that moment.
There's an old man who lost his wife suddenly last year. He goes to McDonalds everyday. Whenever I see him I at least say hi. Often I sit with him for a few minutes. I ask him how he's doing, which isn't very well. I touch his arm or give him a hug. Do I feel awkward? Often. I didn't know her well but we always chatted when we saw each other. Does it do much to assuage his grief? Maybe not, but I give him what I can and I can tell he appreciates it.
Those grieving don't need profound words. They need the love given in understanding and compassion. Don't worry about saying the right thing. Simply say something.
We were on vacation last week and I simply didn't write anything. Actually, we were gone 20 days. We left the frozen north land for the warm island of Antigua. If you want to sound like a native you say an-tee-ga not an-tee-gwa.
Now back in the cold it's time for me to get to work again. I've failed in my goals so far this year. No devotions written and only the beginning of a short story. Granted the vacation cut into writing time even though I had my computer with me and did write a little. Now, though, I have to get back in the swing of writing every day.
I hope to get the guys to build a swing in my back yard. My granddaughter, who missed me very badly, loves to swing. If I had one for her it's sure we'll spend a lot of times with me pushing her higher and higher.
Robert Louis Stevenson wrote a poem titled The Swing which I recite to her.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
So now I need to
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Sophie Dawson has made up stories in her head all her life. It wasn’t until 2011 that she began writing typing them out.
Her first books were all historical fiction romance. They’ve won multiple awards and garnered rave reviews. Now, Sophie is branching out into contemporary romance though she plans to continue writing historical and hopes to add more books in her popular Cottonwood and Stones Creek series.
Sophie lives with her husband and cat on a farm in western Illinois. She’s an avid seamstress and was a professional quilter for a number of years before the writing bug bit. She’s just thankful it’s not fatal.