I see what you mean LoM, and TC.
“It’s impossible not to feel the loss of a loved one, and the better the person was, the greater the loss.”
We don’t cry for the other person’s situation, we cry for our own loss, because of the magnitude of change in our lives from the loss, relative to the love we feel for the person.
I’m thinking of my Father’s death, but it could apply to any close relationship. It just hurts, and that’s why we cry.
This was a topic in my prayer group this morning. The Bible passage was the raising of Lazarus, from the Gospel of John. The Gospel tells us “Jesus wept,” when he saw how unhappy his friends were, even though he knew he was going to bring Lazarus back to life. One of the commentaries in our book said that being incarnate, living as a human being, made it possible for God to sympathize with our feelings in a way his Divine nature alone did not allow.
Jake is back. I guess he came in at some point while most of us were at Cub Scouts after supper. Sally found him in my closet when she went to hang up the boys’ uniforms, but he hadn’t been there long, because I’d put my uniform away only a few minutes earlier.
He has a patch of fur missing near his tail, so either he got in a fight, or he was stuck somewhere and lost the fur getting out. I hope it’s sunny tomorrow, so he can enjoy Sunbeam Time in his dog bed on my windowsill.
Shannon is annoyed.