“I know how you feel.”
These are the words I never want to say, but I must.
These are the words I never want to believe, but I must.
These are the words that, when said truthfully, mean only one thing. They mean that at least two hearts share the same gaping, gruesome, indecent, and irreparable wound.
Early this week, I learned of the tragic and untimely death of one of our neighbors’ children. The young man had been a dear and loving friend of my Jessica, who also left us far too soon. There is nothing I can do for these parents. There is nothing anyone can do.
I know how they feel.
What I can do is to remind, encourage, exhort you – every one of you – to not miss a single chance to show love to the people who are important to you. Show love to people who need to be shown love. Show love to yourself so you can love others.
Trust me, please. You do not want to know how surely I know this is the way to live.
I know that the loss of a love does not mean the loss of the ability to love.
My wounded but working heart goes out to all those others who truly know how it feels to lose a child. This is my small but earnest gesture of love to you.