I sit here reading all of the headlines.
A star, dead. His daughter, dead.
A husband, a father, a son, a friend, gone.
A child, a daughter, a beautiful soul, gone.
The shock of it all is intense.
The empathy is heartbreaking.
In seconds a woman lost the love of her life and one of her children. She will never be the same.
What’s worse, she’s barely heard the news, it’s fresh. It hasn’t even hit her yet as a reality, and it’s all over the news.
It’s everywhere. Just like the pieces of her soul, shattered and broken. Her heart has literally been ripped from her chest and the story is everywhere.
I think back to the day my mother died. How much of it was a blur. How I had to be reminded to breathe and move. How I kept thinking that it was all a mistake.
This poor woman couldn’t run from her grief if she tried. Pieces of it are scattered everywhere. Millions of people have learned of her heartbreak in the very instant she found out her world had collapsed.
I sit here praying fiercely for the woman and family that lost important people today. I pray the world remembers their heart is the same as ours, no matter the celebrity status they carry.
They will grieve hard, because they loved hard.
I pray the world gives them space to yell and scream and cry and shatter, and the same space when they start picking up the pieces.
Grief changes the way you live. May they be surrounded with comfort as they learn a new life from today forward.
