I was reading in Ecclesiastes today and read over the text in chapter 3 I used at my mom’s memorial service and it caused me to think about a phone conversation I had with a friend the day after Mom died. He told me about the experience of having his mom die but also as a pastor and the way he was wired he went into “task mode” making sure everything was done and taken care of. I was doing the same thing. I was making sure my dad was getting the information he needed from the funeral home, talking to my brother, the funeral home director, all of those phone calls (that I normally am not good at or enjoy doing) that needed to be made and arrangements made. He reminded me of the “grief cycle” and passed on some great words of wisdom that I now see coming true. ”Brad, grief will always get its time.”
The grief cycle of anger, sadness, bargaining, etc. has been something that I have known about and talked about with others going through a time of grief, however it is something totally different when it is you. Inside, I really wanted to just shut the door of reality these past two weeks but grief is bigger and stronger than any of us.
It is funny how it happens. One moment I am fine, but I will hear something that reminds me of Mom and I lose it. It is like I have been hit by a Mack truck and I never saw it coming. Other times I will see something or someone will say something and there comes grief-least expected and definitely uninvited, but also very necessary.
Who knows how long it will last? It seems like its timing is about as good as an unwanted case of bad acne-at the worst possible time it rears its ugly head 
Yes, those words of wisdom are reigning true in my life-grief is getting its time…and that is ok.
