I’m know I’m going to cry when she’s gone.
I can feel it waiting there, simmering and taunting the edges, about to boil over. A day is coming — and it might be soon — when I turn on my computer and learn that she’s gone.
And I just know the tears are going to fall.
What I don’t know is what I’m supposed to say to my family when they ask me what’s wrong.
How will I explain that I’m grieving for someone I’ve never met? For a family who doesn’t even know I exist?
I first read about Kara Tippetts’ story through her guest post on Ann Voskamp’s site, when Kara wrote a moving letter to Brittany Maynard, encouraging her to choose life. I didn’t want to get all tangled up in the hurts and the joys, but I was hooked, and she reeled me in. Later, iBelieve.com featured an excerpt from Kara’s book, The Hardest Peace.
Have you ever grieved over someone you’ve never met? If so, have you ever wondered why?
I was quite surprised to realize that I am, in fact, grieving for someone who doesn’t even know I exist. I spent a lot of time thinking about why I find myself caring at all. Why do I ache, when she’s not even part of my life?
Do you know someone who has experienced grief? Have you known grief intimately yourself? If so, I wrote an e-book for you. It’s called Letters to Grief, and you can get a copy by clicking here. I pray that it will be a blessing.