Friday, March 19, 2010

Again

It happened again today. After a few 'quiet' days, that sense of loss and distance came back with tears and a thud. Ben is so far far away... The Proclaimers' song comes back to me "I would walk a thousand miles just to hear your voice again." So I listen to the recorded message from his mobile. Three times.

4 comments:

NZ Friend said...

"Grief is a very capricious, autonomous animal. It calls the shots." N. Hugh Smith
I have a love-hate relationship with grief. I hate it because it is more terrible than I can describe, but yet without it I feel I have no proof that I have loved and lost.
I am glad you have the recorded message to listen to.
I continue to remember the Mulherins in my prayers.
With my love

Anonymous said...

It creeps up on you and when you're least suspecting it hits you hard, right in the gut. I have been caught day after day.
You are in my prayers always.

Anonymous said...

Me parece que cuando no pensas por algunos dias, entonces es cuando te pega mas fuerte... Ahora no estoy visitando el blog tan seguido, pero cuando lo hago las lagrimas no paran.

PS: Chris, estoy leyendo un poquito el blog del ateismo y estoy muy orgullosa de vos (si lo puedo decir asi) :-)

xoxo
Malvina

Unknown said...

Hi Guys,

I was thinking of you all again recently and came back to the blog again today.

With our boys getting bigger (now nearly 11 and 8)it has reminded me of how I remember seeing Ben doing woodwork in your back yard in Tucumán and how Lindy took the boys cycling up the road to Yerba Buena - all great natural things to do whilst living the cross-cultural life!

I lost my Dad to cancer when I was 13 and I still miss him and wonder what life would have been like and would be like now with him still around. From my own experience I can say that time helps and that we can experience growth through huge loss and change. Our loving heavenly Father has helped and still helps me to look back and see his faithfullness over the years.

Un abrazo fuerte de Buenos Aires.

Stuart O.