A better path than grief

Last summer, a dear friend passed on. In the next days, a parade of feelings passed through my thought—appreciation for the grace and goodness of the man, awareness of the great value of our friendship, tender thoughts to support his family's happiness and peace.

These felt right. But another feeling surfaced, too, and it did not feel right—grief. Each time it knocked on the door, I pushed it away reflexively. I didn't want to go there.

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October 27, 2003
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