Most of my family was together this weekend. Several of us couldn’t be there, but for those that could and did gather, we provided comfort for each other.
We experienced a family tragedy that we cannot comprehend and the pain is still raw and will be for quite awhile. We needed to hold each other, and to share time and space as we experienced the loss and tried to figure out what and why and how, even though we’ll never really know the answers. Life is a mystery, and sometimes it’s dark and doesn’t make sense and we have to figure out a new normal.
We came together to celebrate life and to do what we always do. We met at my mom and my dad’s house and just hung out together. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t formal. It just was. And it was so comforting just being with one another, and being our true and vulnerable selves.
We sat on the couches, watched the football game, swung on the porch swing, chatted and laughed, ate and drank, cleaned up the dishes and food, and looked out for the kids and each other. We told jokes and shared memories and teased one another. There were no expectations and there was no rush. We just were together in a shared space and we provided love and comfort for one another in it’s many different forms. No one wanted to leave.
We tried to comfort one another during our time of sorrow, and even though we can’t take away the pain, we found comfort sharing tears and hugs, unspoken and spoken words and love.
We found comfort in each other, and for this I am thankful.
When life is a mystery, how do you find comfort?
I wish you well, my BeLoveRs! xoxo
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I’m sorry for your tragedy but glad you found comfort in each other. You’ll be in my prayers.
Wow – you took the time to pray for me and your plate is full. Thank you. I wish you well and pray for you too, strong warrior mama!!
Oh Adriana that truly means a lot to me. Thank you!!! ❤