Posted by Dinah on February 1, 2005, at 20:03:30 [reposted on February 2, 2005, at 0:34:12 | original URL]
In reply to 3 days till 1st anniversary of Dad's death, posted by corafree on January 30, 2005, at 14:36:03
It's been only a month and a half for me. My father wasn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but I was his little girl and he loved me. I think I'm more broadly distressed than grieving. Grieving is probably a bit down the road yet for me.
I can only tell you what I believe. It's no certain answer. I figure everyone who has ever lived has died. And I look around me and see how perfectly wondrous God or nature is. How childbirth might hurt, but it's really amazing how well it works, given the challenge involved. How infinitely perfect a bandage a scab is. The whole carbon dioxide/oxygen cycle. The perfect orbit of the Earth to the sun to sustain life. Everything is so wonderfully balanced. And I place my trust that whoever or whatever created this truly amazing world won't make something that happens to all of us awful.
I can't begin to imagine where your Dad or my Daddy is. But I have infinite faith that wherever it is, it's just the right solution to what happens after death. We just can't see it yet because we're not at the right vantage point to see it. We haven't turned that corner or gotten high enough. But when we see it, we'll say to ourselves ahhhhhh, of course...
Yes, tragedies happen. Tsunamis, plagues. But the things that happen to *all* of us seem to be just right. That's where my faith comes from. From looking at a scab.
poster:Dinah
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