This from a blogger on suffering and the importance of shared grief.
To say that this year has been difficult is a tragic understatement. It has been seven long and painful months since Abbott died tragically on an unseasonably warm and inviting February night.
The devastating impact of his death, while reverberating deeply within our town on so many levels, knocked our smaller community back on our heels and then to our knees. Our house church, of which Abbott and his family have been an integral part over the last decade, is still completely broken.
But each week, we gather back together and hold each other and try to pick up the fragmented pieces as best we can.
How does a person even take a step forward in so much pain and suffering?
How does a group of friends walk through this pain and suffering together?
How do people hold one another in woundedness, in anger, in frustration, and in doubt?
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