Grief Is The Last Act Of Love

Grieving and/or mourning the death of a loved one is a normal process.

We shed tears of love and express all of the many reasons why we didn’t want to see our loved one leave this world without us.

Our love might be considered selfish but through that unimaginable, unconditional love, we express our emotions through the grieving process.

This process allows us to shed tears, reminisce about the past and go through boxes of cherished heirlooms that may have been tucked away.

This process called Grief can sometimes cause one to feel angry at our Father for taking our loved one away, not realizing or failing to remember at that time that the deceased was God’s first; our father brought them into our lives for a reason.

I know for myself, why God brought my second husband into my life.

I was married before to a man who was a Wolf in sheep’s clothing.

After almost 10 years together, I had had enough and left, but not before our marriage had taken a violent turn for the worst.

I moved with my two sons who were not his biological children and settled in another city.

Needless to say, several years later I met the amazing man whom would become my second husband and we started dating and fell in love and a year later we were married. It was a beautiful relationship

My husband was a truck driver by trade and would drive over the road or cross country.

One day he sat me down and ask me if I would take a break from working and travel with him. I didn’t agree at first but he pursued me that it would be an adventure that I would never forget and it was!

To make a long story short. Our life together was amazing and short of being a storybook romance cut short by his sudden death.

I learned from being with this man that all men aren’t violent, mean and love demeaning women. There are truly wonderful men in the world whom you can trust to have your best interest at heart. My husband taught me so much and his love allowed my heart to soften again. Through his love and goodness towards me, I was able through my faith to forgive the first husband for all he put me through and forgive myself as well.

When my husband suffered a massive heart attack and passed away, my whole world as I know it changed.

My grieving process was a long one.

I cried uncontrollably, I cried myself to sleep many nights, I slept with the clothes he was wearing at the time of his death beside my bed. He was cremated, so his ashes were on my bedside table for a long time.

My husband and I shared with one another the love we made and it was a good love.

The love we have for the people we lose is a love so strong that our grief truly is the last act of love we have to give them.

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