Loss

I’m on a top-secret mission, storing up little pieces of missives to share with you later, but I wanted to pass along this touching piece by Elizabeth Scalia, in First Things. Here’s an excerpt:

A neighbor of mine works as a therapist for Alzheimer’s patients, both high-functioning and low. She recently described one sixty-ish daily visitor. “He is a saint. Every day he brings his lunch and eats with his wife. She doesn’t recognize him, so every day she is meeting a new friend. When we told him he needn’t come so often he said, ‘But she is my bride; if I did not see her, I would miss her.’”

It’s something we can only possibly bear from the suffering, I think, this notion that suffering carries with it blessings, or at least lessons, or at the very least something other than blind purposelessness. But it’s something we desperately need to know.

HT: Ed Chinn

Comments

  1. Beth Impson

    My dad is 91, my mom almost 89. They’ve been married 68 years. She vists him in the care home every day, twice a day. I am so grateful to be their daughter!

  2. Lore

    I’m driving to Texas this week and while I’m generally a tangible book person, I figured it was a good time to get a few audio books; yours was one.

    I’m only through the introduction and I’ve already had one of the quiet, holy moments that pull your car to the side of the highway and swallows the lump in your throat and slumps your shoulders over your steering wheel in sheer thankfulness for someone else who knows. Thank you for your raw words and breaking voice when you spoke of the death of Caroline. Thank you for the confessions of your sins. And thank you for talking about the holy center of Home. I am so grateful.

    I aim to drive slowly and listen deeply.

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