One of the hardest things about sudden loss and grief is that the world doesn't stop with you. It just keeps rushing by-like a freight train, threatening to take you out. You can't breathe or see or hope...and everyone carries on. How are they still going? Still fighting their endless, fruitless wars, still hating their neighbor, still selfish and self-absorbed...can't they see, they could lose everything in one breath? 

Maybe the grief is the gift. The thing that puts everything right again, that reminds us who we are and why we're here. That teaches us to love deeply and cling to what is good. 

Can you be still with me here, just for a moment? Will your world stop with mine? Can you lay down your ideology and need to be right and first and can you just hold me and all of space and time in this deep, deep sadness?