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.

With Love,

Mary Anne