When Our Hearts Break
Those whose love comes so freely to us in word or deed have
no idea that they also put in place the pieces of our heart when it is broken
by their loss. Our hands become empty; the space inside where their love fits
becomes hollow with only echoes that we try to grasp in thought and in little
meaningless things that we still try to do to touch that love again. We remember
their words, their actions, the laughter they gave us and the thoughtful things
they did just for us that no one else saw. We stand empty, but move us and
listen for the rattle of the pieces of our love. We can’t put the pieces back
together again. All we can do is cover our faces in tears and try to breathe.
May God comfort those who mourn for no other loss is as deep as the loss of
life itself from someone who loves us.
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