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“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up.” ~ Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

I have found, over the past nearly two years, that grief makes for a strange traveling companion.

Grief may stay near you one moment, be distant the next, and all but clobber you to finish out the day.  It makes you do unpredictable things at odd times, or perfectly rational things that you didn’t think you were capable of.  In some people, grief is as visible a part of them as their clothing, in others it is buried much deeper.

Some people, like C.S. Lewis, look grief in the eye and tell him in no uncertain terms that his stay will not be permanent.  Lewis, upon the death of his wife, allowed himself the time limit of four notebooks to pour out his feelings of remorse and sorrow.  The beautiful result can be read in his book, “A Grief Observed.”

For me, grief has faded from a constant, daily battle to an intermittent, familiar presence.  For that I am thankful.  Reaching a place where life is manageable is a nice place to be.

What I am most thankful for are the dear friends who have also traveled this road with me.  To be left alone, with only grief for company, would surely have pushed me right over the edge.  But there are wonderful people who stayed close, offered Kleenex and hugs, and continue to pray, encourage, and spend time with me.  Ecclesiastes 4:10 is wonderfully accurate – a friend is there to help you up when you fall, both literally and figuratively.  I am so very thankful that God knew to send people to help me up, again and again.