A shift from grief to joy

When I was 19 years old, my father passed away unexpectedly. I was visiting a friend two hours from home when my mother called to tell me to come home right away because my father was not doing well. 

Driving home that afternoon was a surreal experience. I couldn’t believe what my mother had told me. I had just talked to my dad the night before. He seemed fine. My father was a rock-solid student of Christian Science. I had always depended on his wisdom and spiritual insights when I needed guidance in my life. I tried to pray as I was driving home, but I couldn’t shake myself from a feeling of doom. 

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