Pain

Tonight I heard the sad news of another dad/husband/friend called away to the 'Big Guy in the Sky', and I am at a loss for words. Pain is pain and sometimes it seems that that's all there is. It just gets moved around from person to person. 495 days ago, there was nothing anyone could say to take the pain away. 495 days later, there isn't anything I can say to make someone else's pain go away. No one is safe, and the more we meet, know, learn, and love, the more risk there is for loss and heartache and sadness and grief. People leave holes that can never be filled.




My wordless prayers are with the Rick Hanson family.

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