Last weekend, in the midst of quiet grief,
I
received a text from Jes-The-Cat-Sitter.
The
text read: Dee, I did something dumb. I’m having trouble using speak-to-text
because I’m laughing so hard.
I
asked: What did you do?
She
said: Here’s a hint. I hope your dad doesn’t want to read today’s paper.
I
asked: Did you leave it out for Annie-The-Cat to eat?
She
said: Oh, no. No. This was all me. I can’t even say it!
I
asked again, curious: What did you do?
She
said: I threw it on the roof. On accident. I can’t breathe! I have tears.
I
responded, laughing: How did you do that?!
She
said: Oh gosh. I was just trying to toss it to the porch out of the way. It was
20 ft away!
I
said, still laughing: Is it noticeable on the roof?
She
said: Yeah, I think pretty much anyone could see that it’s on the roof.
I
asked, genuinely: How will we get it off?
She
said: When it rains? Hope for a really strong rain. A deluge!
I
shook my head at her, laughed, shared the story with the rest of the family,
and they all laughed, too. In the middle of our grief, we laughed.
Grief
is a complicated thing.
It
brings anger; it brings peace.
It
brings holding on; it brings letting go.
It
brings uncertainty; it brings certainty.
There
is no right way to grieve; there is no wrong way to grieve (except to not grieve).
Grief
is a process.
It
ebbs and it flows.
And
even in the midst of it,
Even
in the midst of tears,
It’s
okay to laugh,
Especially
when something ridiculous happens,
Like
your cat sitter throwing your newspaper on top of your house because she
greatly overshot her throw!
Dear
God: Thank you for laughter. Thank you for tears. Thank you for friends who
pet-sit and throw newspapers on the tops of houses. Thank you for the time that
we need to process grief and thank you for not expecting us to not feel sadness
when someone dies, even when we know that they were ready to walk into the
eternal. Thank you for being God who walks with us through it all. Through
Jesus, you have experienced laughter, tears, ridiculous moments of friendship,
grief, and sadness. Thank you. So much. Amen.
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