I wrote a book on how there aren’t any magic words to say to someone in grief to make it all better and how we just need to be there, sit with those in grief and allow the ministry of presence to be whatever comfort it can, and yet there I was wanting to say something, wanting to do something. I wanted to perform some kind of service to take away the pain, but there was nothing I could do to remove the heavy reality of my aunt’s words, “he’s dying. Hospice will start coming in now.”
One of my dearest friends gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl who lived for one precious hour. Another friend also gave birth to a sweet little girl that they were able to bring home. My heart felt sick with grief and full of joy all at the same time. How do we practically mourn with those who mourn? If you have lost a loved one what helped you feel supported and loved?