Grief

My grandmother, who lost my grandfather a few years ago, called my Dad yesterday on what could have been his 42nd wedding anniversary, and his first without Mom. The conversation went like this:

Grandma – “So, how many years would it have been?”
Dad – “Today would have been 42 years.”
Grandma – “Wow, that’s a long time.”
Dad – “Yep, a long time.”

Grandma – “A long time…just not long enough.”

That pretty well sums it up.

The blessing in mourning is that we loved someone enough to actually feel those words. Imagine never loving someone enough to be able to say that? What a tragedy?