Two years on.
The change is the new normal.
Whenever we are all together as a family (especially at times such as this) now there’s an absence.
The comfort that comes from the familiarity of gathering has been changed.
Especially when the comfort we seek is from the experience and grief of his loss.
It will never be the way it was.
Which doesn’t diminish what it is now.
It’s different, not worse.
When we gather now there’s always someone missing, his absence as present our our presence, his silence as loud as our speech. Still five children, but one always gone.
When we’re all together, we’re not altogether.Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament For A Son, Spire 1989, pg. 96-97
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