Surprised by Grief

It’s been more than 10 years and I can still be surprised by grief. I was listening to random songs on my phone and this one came on. I don’t remember ever hearing it before but I must have because it’s on my phone. It only took a few words and my heart knew where this song was headed. Instantly I was transported back in time as tears started streaming down my face. I haven’t been caught off guard like that in a long time, but it’s nice to know I still can be. And then I heard John McCutcheon singing “Grief has a place at the table, for it’s part of what we’re each made of. And he’ll stay long enough to remind us his mother is love.” My life has been profoundly blessed by the love I have been privileged to share, and that sort of love leaves a mark. Those were holy and sacred tears flowing across my cheeks. I stand in grateful awe at the power of love to transcend time and space as it reminds me how truly blessed I am. I didn’t see it coming, but I’m glad I was there to receive the gift.