Do you remember what it was like before and after 9/11? Or, pick any other sudden disaster or tragedy and compare before and after. That’s what it’s like after the sudden death of a loved one. Our sense of safety is lost. Insecurity emerges and takes root. Innocence is stripped away. We see our vulnerability in stark light and recognize how little control over things we actually have. We begin to wonder when, not if, the next horrible thing will happen. Fear takes up residence in our minds and stalks us, especially at night.
Fear is an element of grief no one talks much about, but they should, because fear leads to some of the darkest places in grieving. Combatting fear is why I strive so hard to maintain optimism and a positive attitude. I dig in my heels, determined not to fall in to the pit of fear. Sometimes my thoughts drag me there anyway. I crawl out of it with the help of God, friends who pray for me and encourage me, and speaking Scriptures and positive, not negative words. Fear may be a resident, but I can shut the door.
Sara Faith Nelson
Sharing the journey, because, I find there are so many others making the trek through life without a loved one