Grief
I have had this topic on my heart for sometime, but I have put off writing on it. Firstly, because it is so present with me in this current season of my life, and I fear that I may have a completely different understanding of it when I eventually reach the point where it is not so raw. Secondly, because I tell myself that I am in no way an expert on grief, nor have I suffered anything close to what others have. Even 2 nights ago I sat down to start this blog, and stopped when I saw a story and photo of a mother cradling her stillborn child in her arms. As a mother of 2 healthy little girls, I cannot begin to comprehend that grief. I also cannot comprehend the grief of those who have suffered in war torn countries, where they have seen children and family members tortured or killed; I cannot even begin to understand their suffering. However, the topic will not leave me alone and so here I am, putting my thoughts onto paper, in the hope that my grief, while different to another’s, is s...