numb

It rained the day after Poppy died.  An icy cold, drizzly rain.  It suited our moods perfectly.  I remember sitting in Grammy and Poppy's living room, not feeling.  Just being.  So much of the weeks following the day he left earth is a blur.  I remember being really thoughtful about the reality of death and what our souls face in eternity, and just working up enough energy to do what I had to do.

I poured love into my dog, Molly, who in a way became a surrogate for the love I feel like I didn't get to express to Poppy before he died.  I knew Molly's life was coming to a close, so I could do something about it.  Pet her longer.  Take her for extra walks.  Give her a few more treats.  In a way this was really therapeutic, but it also delayed the hardest parts of the grieving process that I didn't realize were coming anyway.

After Molly died, a sort of stillness entered my soul.  There was no more surrogate to focus on.  It was just me and my fellow family members who were grieving as well.  We were like individual bubbles of oil in water.  In the world, but not able to join it like we used to.  I felt like this would go on forever.  When would I want to do things again?  When would going to small group, youth group, hanging out with friends, and all the other activities I loved become enjoyable again instead of a chore?  I felt like there was no possible way anyone could understand what I was going through.  I was alone.

But in this aloneness, there was still hope.  I see this now.  The community of people that I had immersed myself in two years before stood by me.  Knew when to speak and when to just be there.  They engulfed me in prayer.  If it weren't for them, I don't know that I would have been able to continue on in my grief.  I will be forever thankful for their outpouring of love and support for me in that time of darkness.

Now, back to that icy cold rainy day.  As I sat on the couch, my dad's cousin arrived to bring us dinner.  When she came in the living room, she told us we had to come outside to see the rainbow.  And there wasn't just one, but two rainbows.  I couldn't see where the sun was coming from to create them, but they were there and they were bright.  Hope for a hurting heart.