Sometimes people leave us without saying goodbye. Death calls, takes them by the hand and goes, while we loved ones must stay behind.
Stunned and suddenly alone, we are overcome with a feeling of abandonment, the lonely feeling of being stranded on an island and left behind with all of our feelings. We keep a lookout, but our loved ones do not return. Gradually we understand that they have embarked on a journey from which no one returns. Our new companion is grief itself.
For a time our friends understand our being on the island after such great loss and our unwillingness to leave it. Our island has its weather patterns, but mostly it is ruled by storms and rain. And if a few chance rays of sun break through, they hardly stay for long. When we remain on our island for too long, many of our peers begin to regard us with incomprehension.
Sometimes even we the bereaved would like to leave our island of grief, but first we must build a raft.
I would love to help you build that raft and push off from the shore, no matter the weather. I hold the deepest confidence that one can always hope for guidance, and it would be my pleasure to help guide you.