There are accounts of people who have grieved themselves to death. I’ve always wondered how accurate these assessments might be. Since losing my husband, I find myself thinking of all the loved ones I’ve said goodbye to. This is something which comes with age, I suppose.
Grieving oneself to death might well be a possibility. During the early months of loss, the agonizing pain can be all consuming. There is a period we must allow ourselves to mourn. When the mourning continues and moves into deep depression, a red flag should be raised. Those who have no one to notice or care might well expire due to grief.
When grief began to be a constant companion, my prayers focused on asking God to help me. My faith taught me to hope in the Lord even though my heart was breaking. He reached down and took my hand and lifted me up. He showed me all the beauty and blessings surrounding me and He told me I still had things to do here before He called me home.
Do I still grieve? Sure. There are times when I focus on what I’m missing. I’m human. Those moments are just that…moments. Brief moments which allow a few healing tears to fall. But then I see God’s smile. I feel His hand on my shoulder as He moves his arm outward to show me the blessings He has provided and He nudges me forward.
I will never get back what used to be, but I can trust in God’s plan. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I know His plan is better than anything I can imagine.