Article October 15, 2001 Issue

IN GRIEF ... Comfort

By Kay Olson

I Remember Desperately crying out to God that day for something to take away the mental agony. Reaching out for more than belief, more than faith. Reaching for something solid.

I had to understand that life is never lost. That good goes on. That there's a safety that remains uninterrupted. I had to understand these as spiritual facts. Because I was grieving deeply. The police had just notified my husband and me that our son had been killed by a hit-and-run driver.

This prayer for understanding was like a rock I could cling to. I knew that with it, help would come.

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