I still grieve for my dog, Bogie. I hate grief, it is the worst psychic pain of all. How can we deal with it? I think it’s similar to the flu. You just have to suffer through it while waiting for it to pass. In my home I see Bogie everywhere, in the back yard, in the living room where he lay in front of my armchair where I watch TV, at the foot of my bed where he slept most every night of the last twelve years. I am waiting for scar tissue to cover the gaping wound in my soul.
I know there are many people suffering even more terrible grief than I, like the families in Waukesha, Wisconsin who lost six family members who were run over by a car that plowed into the Christmas parade that they were part of. I have a friend, a Lutheran pastor, whose 14 year old son committed suicide over some personal pain he was experiencing. He was a talented kid who was a lieutenant in the Civil Air Patrol, a member of Sons of Confederate Veterans, and his parents’ only child. I can’t imagine how painful that must be to his parents. Also, My best friend for sixty years lost his only son in a car crash in 2001. My grief pales in comparison.
May God grant us all peace and release from such unbearable pain.
Rose Kennedy had this to say: “It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree.The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”