It's a terrible thing to feel alone in the world, as if no one can understand our suffering. Since Calvin was born I've felt that way much, and recently. It feels helpless and black, as if the only way out of it is to move through it—to weep in solitude. But I've discovered another path, which is to open up to others and in doing so learn that everyone struggles and hurts in one way or another. I have learned that this thing called grief cannot be measured or compared, knows no hierarchy and cannot be escaped. We will all meet suffering in our lives and somehow, knowing I am part of a human condition that every one of us shares—grief—makes it somewhat easier to bear.
|photo by Michael Kolster|