Do you know the convulsive weeping pain, perhaps of having lost a child? Or maybe it was a great love that you squandered or wandered away from only to realize there are no replacements for such loss.  Maybe you saw horrific things, as tyrants destroyed the lives of those you held dear, something from which your conscience never departs. Did it damage you forever, truthfully what was the outcome of your endurance, your resistance and mastery or attempted mastery of that searing, breaking pain?

Did it transform you, force you give up knowing that the one love you were given, perhaps only child or family would not be seen again in this life? Did it kindle depression or interrupt any structure, planning or ambition in this life? Why would one single event be so precious, so important that it could control, change an entire life’s course? Are emotions and love that important to the sound confidence of man that to defray expected outcomes, exchanged for loss and dismay becomes permanent, changing a person forever? Can a childhood be so painful that it ruins any attempt or hope at future fulfillment?  Can the loss of relationship, that magic mate or someone close truly become the defining moment of a lifetime?

My heart goes to those who have experienced this type of pain that is not simply quelled by time, drugs and for which there is no replacement.  I am sorry for your loss, sorry that this life could have taken thousands of directions and yet it went the pathway that caused you indelible agony. I wish that I had control of the opportunity to remove your pain, heal your wound, set you free from the agony attached to such tragic trans-formative loss. Yet, I do not, for even I know this pain and was incapable of yielding, accepting, ignoring, cancelling or changing the damage seemingly done to this heart forever.  For that man this was truth.

There are no words wise enough to adequately explain away or to simply describe techniques adequate to relieving such emotional distress. There is not one cell in my body that would look to you and tell you to suck it up, get over it or point you to some brilliant self help or psychological mechanism or process to construct some answer to this tragedy. That is not in my heart for this feeling this passionate exploration of the importance of that relationship, that love is probably the only thing that you have to hold on to in memory. I will not rob you of that investigation and process of determining for yourself where this will take you. I can only pray that your wounds are healed and that the love we give you sustains you as you find your way through this loss.

I love you. My experiences matter not at this point, all that matters is that you know you will get the support to do whatever is necessary for you to find peace from these events and if you perhaps never do you are still dearly loved. This life is so short and finite it makes everything so important, even priceless. I wish that we all could look at life as the treasure that your heart knows all too well, for it is a fleeting thing. May you find peace. Give us hope and merciful understanding of the necessity for this pain Lord, for we truly do not understand. In Jesus’ Holy Name.