Expressionless Grief (no. 6)

This repost is a result of editing feedback from my good friend Kim Moraghan. Feel free to offer writing suggestions.

Season Six(ty) life in the 60 something years

3mm4hxbd the exquisite melodic line of Die Moldau, an orchestral symphonic poem

(This is the sixth post in a series written for families struggling with cancer and other difficult issues.)

Cancer is hijacking individuals in four families that Jim and I have lived “life together” with for many years. We’ve been traveling companions, in ministry together, worshipped at the same church, played, and cried together. We are reeling. But most importantly, is how each of these dear ones is bearing the weight of the diagnosis.


Our friends and family admirably walk this unanticipated road with hope. They cry out with a blessed assurance because they know to whom they belong. They are gifted with communities who listen with love as they attempt to articulate this unwelcome guest called grief. Of course, cancer is not our only nemesis. Losses of all kinds bring universal heartaches.

Sometimes I see a space within the…

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