When words fail

I attended a memorial service last week. Tragic car accident. Young mother. Daughter.

Her mother and I met professionally before we became friends. My friend has been so interested in the story of “Hey, God? Yes, Charles.” from the time she found out about it. She’s been supportive and encouraging. I’ve shared the story with her and some of the stories behind the story. We’ve laughed together and we’ve teared up as we’ve talked about the journey of grief and healing and recovery.

It’s been eight years and I’m grateful for the sense of peace that has returned since Charles died. I’ve needed to find my voice again and I have. But today I’m reflecting on the road someone else will now have to travel and, even though I’ve used a lot of words during our conversations, for that – for now - there are no words.