I have not posted anything on my blog for almost five years. I’ve been busy, what can I say? The last year has taught me a lot about grief so I thought I would use this blog to tuck away some of what I’m learning. Yes, tuck away because I’m sort of shy about this writing, but I want a place for it at the same time. My hope is that it will help to comfort anyone who might be grieving. So I changed the tagline from “wisdom from the second half of life” to “musings on grief.” I’m probably in the last third of my life anyway, or the last quarter, so might as well muse about grief.
It’s been a tough year. Yes, there’s been a pandemic. Yes, there’s still a pandemic. White people are still getting away with killing Black people, although the Movement for Black Lives gives us reason for hope. Leadership in the White House is, well, absent at best, and just downright crazy dangerous at worst. Although, the upcoming election gives us reason for hope.
My family lost three members in six months. My father-in-law died July 1, 2019 at the age of 97. My step-daughter died July 29, 2019 at the age of 36 from a brain tumor. My daughter died January 10, 2020 at the age of 28 from alcoholism. I know more now about grief. I also know more now about love.
I’ll post some excerpts from sermons and newsletter messages I write in my role as a Unitarian Universalist minister. I’ll also post some new thoughts on grief. I’ll post some new discoveries as my grief takes me to places I never expected to go. My personal grief and my grief for the world. I have lost so much. We have all lost so much.
My faith teaches that we are not alone. My faith teaches about interdependence, that “what affects one affects us all.” The core of every spiritual practice is to access love. Even if we have one fleeting glimpse of love, we will come back for more. We can’t rest in love forever. We have to do something with it. We have to tell our story. Our love story. My musings on grief are pieces of my love story. Thanks for listening.