Words fail. They can be meaningless, insufficient, buried under the weight of loss. Darn those occasions that demand words anyway. Those moments that claim ceremony, reason, and a prescence in this world. Sometimes we just can’t breathe under the circumstances any more, and burying our heads under the pillows seems like the only reasonable option.
Right now, my heart is breaking in a fresh way I didn’t know possible for my friend Courtney who just lost her husband, Scott, to cancer. She is a beautiful person, with a beautiful soul, and a heart of gold. She has so generously shared the love of her family with all of us through her gift of photography and words on her blog, Our Small Moments. She is now walking through the unimaginable, and I would give almost anything to be right by her side and hugging my prayers into her.
I can’t be there, and words are most definitely failing. This is raw and unreal. When my mom died, though, I guess I didn’t always want words. I don’t know what I wanted, but I needed the practical stuff. I needed someone to watch my kids so I could attend her funeral, the doctor to prescribe Ambien so I could sleep at night, and a friend to hand me kleenex when I didn’t even know tears were streaming down my face. I would give the world to Courtney right now if I could, but since I can’t, I can ask you to please join me in supporting her family in this small tangible way. Check out this link, and give what you can, even if it’s only $1 or $2–it makes a difference to this family.
Courtney, we love you and are praying more than our words know how to express.
Holding you so close, sweet friend.
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