Grief and The Veil
It’s October 31 st . A couple years ago, a former student of mine was fighting for her life after a head on collision with a drunk driver. She later passed on, and her death rocked our campus and church community. It didn’t seem fair for death to take her so quickly, at the beginning of her adult life. It’s October 31 st . I mourn the loss of our unborn son, remembering that if he had been born, he would already be crawling, and starting baby cereal. How I wish I could hold him now. It’s October 31 st . My husband and fellow staff are grappling with the passing of one of our own. She was a wasn’t even forty yet, leaving a devoted husband and two little girls behind. Conversations about partner development are peppered with details about her visitation. One staff texted in, “It doesn’t feel real.” It’s October 31 st . The gray hazy clouds, muting even the brightest autumn leaves hang over the earth like a dingy veil. For centuries, people believed that the veil betwe...
