Dear Bereaved Parent,
I remember being introduced to ideas about death early on that evoked a resounding “oh hell no.”
Things like destiny, spiritual contracts, God’s will, lessons learned, finding meaning, blah blah blah.
I wasn’t ready. Nothing made sense. Sense wasn’t what I needed. I needed to hurt and feel the pain, brutally and honestly. I needed to grieve.
But ideas plant seeds.
Some seeds withered and some grew.
In time, when I was ready, I understood and found what I could live with.
Hang in there. You’ll sort it out too.