I have a confession to make, almost 3 years after Debbie's departure, I am not really doing all that well. I battle depression on a daily basis and sometimes acute anxiety. Loneliness stalks me on a weekly basis. The worst is Friday night at 5 pm, whcn I finish work, and there is no one to go home to. My finances also took a huge hit during 7 years of terminal cancer, and 10 years of graduate school, and I foolishly only had a small life insurance policy on Debbie. I am in a graduate program of learning about God's grace.
A book I read recently on grief compared losing a spouse to an amputation. It never heals, you never get "over it." You can only learn to adapt to the loss -- if you are lucky. If you are not, you give up and look for a quick exit.
Officer Osborne's story of his dad's crotchety courage in the face of death was deeply moving to me. Everyone has to deal with death, loss and grief at some point. It is helpful to learn that I am not alone in my pain, that every other human being on the planet has to eventually face the same issues in one way or another.
I hope you will listen and enjoy Steve's story ...
