It’s been a rough week.
A friend died earlier this week, very suddenly. She had overcome a lot, had provided hope to a lot of people, and now she’s gone.
I’m not quite ready to talk about that yet.
But it stirred up some thoughts about Dad’s death last year.
A friend who lost her dad a few years ago and I were talking this morning about Dad’s death, and she asked how I was coping.
I told her that if was as if when he died a piece of glass shattered, with sharp edges and jagged pieces everywhere. And for weeks, these pieces just tumbled around, slicing and stabbing. It was really bad.
But as time went on, they rubbed up against each other, and eventually the edges wore smooth. They are still there, easily observable, but for the most part, they are softer, less abrasive, almost beautiful, like sea glass.
But every once in a while, you find a sharp edge. It catches you by surprise when it happens.
It happens less often than it did. But it still happens.