July 20 2013. Grief

I just arrived on my parents farm and I am forced to deal with a whole other layer of grief. Everywhere I look around me I have dozens of memories of Debbie. I talked with some people who have lost loved ones years ago -- in my friend Steve Humble's case, 17 years ago he lost his son. Apparently, the pain never goes away entirely.

Lord, help me face this and embrace the pain. It is good that it hurts ... that means it was real love. What kind of "love" would it be if it didn't hurt?

I walked up the hill to Debbie's grave this morning ... I am not very good company right now.