I read this wonderful book by C. S. Lewis and out of everything I’ve either read or tried to read, I have been able to relate to this the most. It was a bit difficult to understand at times because he speaks like he is writing poetry…I would have to reread parts multiple times as well. I just related to his grief, he too lost his wife, H, as he calls her, to cancer.
I know that everyone grieves differently, I did not know that prior to losing Jess. Not every aspect of my grief is identical to what he experienced…but I do notice his points and feel bad for his loss. There was a part in the second to last chapter that lifted my spirits, and I needed them lifted today. He spoke about how after awhile he acclimated to the idea of her loss and more so to the reality that his wife had passed and that she was gone. The part that made me happy, the part that I look forward to, was that he started to remember his wife more as his grief declined. He said he was almost visited by her, not in the literal sense or as an apparition, but her spirit in his memories was so vivid. I long for that day, It’s hard to remember the best memories together…it’s like there’s a vail drawn over them and the sound is muffled. I truly long for the day when I will see her so clearly and hear her so perfectly that it gives me goosebumps…I miss her dearly.
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