Given a choice between grief and nothing, I’d choose grief.
(William Faulkner)
Grief’s got only a slight lead in this contest. I’m choosing it, but barely.
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I have always felt it is better to feel something – even grief – than nothing.
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Grief is horrible, but through grief we learn to live. To feel nothing is not to truly live. We must except the bad and ugly with the wonderful and beautiful. It’s a combination of all things that shape us into who we are. I have had some not so wonderful things happen in my life, but I don’t choose to have not gone through them…all of my experiences have made me who I am.
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Ronna Detrick Reply:
January 27th, 2010 at 5:43 pm
I agree with you – on every point. The grief is horrible and it’s one of the very things that enables and invites deep gratitude. I already am grateful – even while grief remains. Thank you, Suzi.
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I never thought of it this way, but I guess I’d have to agree. I would not have always agreed.
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Ronna Detrick Reply:
January 27th, 2010 at 5:45 pm
I’m with you. There may have been a time in which I’d have chosen “nothing” to grief – but no longer. I know better. I’ve known much more grief. I’ve realized that I will actually survive, grow, and become not just stronger, but more tender, more gracious, and ever more aware of the power/necessity of hope and faith. Thanks, Mitch.
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