I visited my Mom in the columnbarium yesterday. As I walked into St. Stephens Episcopal Church, I was remembering all the significant events that have taken place there: my confirmation, my aunt's wedding, my sister's wedding, my wedding, Mom's funeral, and so many more. This church has been a part of my family and my family has been a part of it for 35 years.
Yesterday was the last day of Christmas and the creche scene was still set up in front of the altar. I remember my Mom making the red base it sits on and setting up the scene. It's a beautiful memory and it made me sad. I miss my Mom. But if grief is the price for love, I willingly pay it.
"Grief is not a disorder, a disease or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve."