I am always amazed at how often I find myself in situations where I am needed at precisely that moment. Such was the case the other day when I was ministering at the hospital. I came across a female patient who was sitting alone in a room softly weeping. She seemed relieved when I asked her if I could help her. She had been brought to that waiting room because her hospital roommate was dying. The nurses were kind in removing her from the difficult situation. For the next half hour she shared much of her life with me. As a widow she had dealt with many years of grieving. And the dying patient reminded her of her own mother who had died fourteen years earlier. There are so many little triggers that occur in daily life which can bring us right back to our grief experiences. This was one for her. In addition, two months after her mother died, her son died very suddenly, without warning. I briefly shared with her that, I, too, had lost a child. That opened the way for her to release so many pent-up feelings. We could have completed each other's sentences....such is the way with parents who have lost children. It's a very diffficult club to belong to, one which none of us would choose. So often friends, even family, don't mention the name of the child; because they are "afraid" to bring her/him up. Well meaning as some may be, they think that saying the name of our deceased child will "bring it all back." Also, people are anxious for it all to be "over," "better," "dealt with," "buried." Just doesn't happen.
The woman had not had the opportunity to talk about her son, and all the bottled up feelings, for years. At least in those 30 minutes, some of the weight had been lifted. When I left her, I knew it had been a grace filled time for me as well as for her.