What
I can’t understand is how men will run
to someone to get a small splinter out of a
finger but will refuse to ask directions when
we are driving and will drive and swear for
hours before asking for assistance. The biggest
splinter I ever had was when my daughter died.
I needed help. Ministers, funeral directors,
friends, fellow
workers, doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists
couldn’t help – they didn’t
know what I was going through.
One friend,
whose son had been murdered said, “Go
to a Compassionate Friends meeting.” He
knew! I went to a TCF meeting.
No one took
the splinter out. No one offered any ‘how
to’s’. No one told me ‘you
should… ‘. No one could or tried
to take away all the pain. But they had been
there. They knew, and because they knew, and
I knew that they knew, it helped.
What
I had gone through and will go through in my
grief, someone had been there before me. This
knowledge has assisted me in my travel through
pain. I still have that big hole in my gut.
My eyes still fill with tears at odd times.
But I know that I’m not alone. I know
that others have gone through these same things
– and for some dumb reason, this helps
Tom Crouthamel
Life
And Death,
Life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies
your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming
beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the
gate to eternity.....
For what is it to die but
to stand naked in the wind and to melt into
the sun?
And what is it to cease
breathing but to free the breath from its restless
tides, that
it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from
the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall
claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Kahlil Gibran