Death | Example | Grief | Love | Thanks

THE PRICE OF LOVE
The letter lay, fragile and stained, on top of the pile. It was hard going through my mother’s things. Missing her was still so new. I looked at the date. It had been written by a friend to my mother in 1939, shortly after my father died. “Dear One,” it began, “it hurts so terribly, doesn’t it? Accept the pain, if you can. Say, ‘Yes, because I have loved and now lost, I must cry for a while. I must hold this ache of loneliness within myself and say, this is the price I pay for having loved. I will accept this price and pay it in gratitude for the love I was blessed to know, for I would not have wanted to be without that love. I will pay this price, God, and I thank You for the wonderful years we shared.’ I think He must have cried on the day that His son hung dead on the cross,…