I love this meaninfully written recollection. My grandmother still inspires and encourages me, so I share:
(Remembering Mary Ellen Townsend Harris, 1911-2016)
The ancient psalmist wrote, “Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff–they comfort me.” (Psalm 23:4 NRSV)
Paul’s death was the darkest valley Mary had been through. Her grandma’s death had been a deep loss, but it also felt normal. She’d lost her parents, two brothers and her sister. Each of these brought a brief period of grief, but with Paul it was different. Losing him felt like losing part of herself. He was her son, flesh of her flesh, whom she had nurtured in her own body…then continued to nurture in the face of his disabilities. She had centered much of her life around him. His death hurt.
Loss, however, was mingled with joy. Paul was now free from the limitations that had bound his body, but not his…
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