Hug Corner - Thought for the Week - 3/27
From "Healing After Loss" Martha Whitmore Hickman
He’d begin to wake up in the morning with something besides dread in his heart. Not happiness exactly, not eagerness for a new day, but a kind of urge to be eager, a longing to be happy.
It comes upon us so gradually that we scarcely recognize the change---this moving out of the valley of despair, where the future looks perpetually grim, into a more pleasant land. Then one day we may think to ourselves, Wait a minute. This feels different! For now, instead of a sorrowful landscape marked by only occasional moments of happiness, we realize we inhabit a land where we are happy and content more of the time than not. The periods of desolation are now the exception, not the rule.
Without knowing it, we have slipped into a new country. This will take some getting used to. Of course we’ll have relapses, which really are not relapses at all but a way of continuing to deepen the grooves in the brain that tell us who we are, now that our loved one has gone. But the shift is a matter of astonishment and gratitude, and sometimes for a quiet waiting to see what other wisdom and self-knowledge may come to us.
I welcome, as a blessing from my loved one, the return of light and joy to my life.
Healing After Loss (Martha Whitmore Hickman)
"She thought of the women at Chicken Little's funeral...What she had regarded since as unbecoming behavior seemed fitting to her now; they were screaming at the neck of God, his giant nape, the vast back-of-the-head that he had turned on them in death. But it seemed to her now it was not a fist-shaking grief they were keening but rather a simple obligation to say something, do something, feel something about the dead. They could not let that heart0-smashing event pass unrecorded, unidentified."