Now that I'm in the seventh decade of my life and have recently experienced the loss of several longtime friends, I've had the opportunity to reflect on the subject of bereavement.
In this regard, I have come to several conclusions. Death does bring changes and adjustments for those who are left behind. The warmth and associations of former days are gone. The silence, the finality, the incommunicability disturb, but for those of faith who have been left behind there can be a certain comfort that for the one who has "triumphed" there is rejoicing, particularly if they have been burdened with an incurable illness or inescapable pain.
I've concluded that our grief is centered more on self than on the deceased. We grieve, yet we would not want our grief taken from us, even if it could be, for our love is wrapped up with our grief. Grief is the price we pay for love.
I've concluded that love is eternal, death is a horizon, and the horizon is only the limit of our sight. It has been said: "Death is not extinguishing the light, but putting out the lamp because the dawn has come."
While my personal philosophical observations may not serve to comfort others who have recently experienced personal loss, I hope they may ease some of the pain that others have experienced and lighten the burden that they may be faced with at this time.