Dawn Loves Buttercups

It can only go so far to say you have experienced something almost identical or similar, because really we have not.

This has affected me so deeply. What happens when you see a dear friend go through the loss of their husband, the love of their life, and then see that in turn trigger a response felt so deeply in yet another dear friend who has experienced exactly the same thing but a short while ago.  How it hurts to be a friend who can offer that shoulder to the one experiencing the raw freshness of their grief and the sorrow you feel as it stirs up painful memories for the person who because they have been through that bitter-sweet experience and are trying to support that other person only to feel the resurgence of their own pain and grief.  It has me weeping, simply because I feel impotent, totally useless and my meagre words inadequate.  Yes, I have experienced loss, but not of a beloved partner in this way.  My grieving process was to do with  sibling loss, so who am I to say “I know how you feel” because I don’t. Not even in a hare’s breath is there any similarity. And yet, my heart breaks still because I have known loss. If we are spiritual beings having this deep human experience, the price of Loving is so very painful. This is because as spiritual beings we feel another’s loss and can do nothing but be there to catch them when a human falls. Yet as spiritual beings we continue to Love and as humans show our love the only way we can. In time are we afraid to love again because we just don’t want to experience the pain of loss once more? Far better to serve maybe, for therein lies the key