This post was something I really needed to read - it helped to read your perspective and soak up your thoughts - I think for many of us coming from faith communities, there's the implication that we are supposed to learn & grow from loss. Even when things aren't said, sometimes they are felt.
But what you write about what is lost, the enormity of it, of the difficulty and fruitlessness of looking for meaning in it, strike me as so very, very true. In the early days I wanted an explanation, someone (God, the Universe, the Devil) to blame. Maybe that means that I assumed there was some meaning behind it? I don't know. I wanted to hurt and tear and bite and ravage and kick someone and I carried that for a long time. Letting go of that was hard, but now that I have (mostly, most of the time), it's easier to see the love, I think.
- pressure from faith community to grow and change
- recognizing growth and change
- rejects notion that the loss itself is meaningful