This isn't a downer thread, it's just an analogy that someone might find useful. Especially if you want to explain to someone, who hasn't experienced it, what it's like.
Y'all have seen on TV or movies where a vase gets knocked off a shelf, breaks into pieces, and magically the pieces fly up and the vase is back up on the shelf. Yes?
When someone we love dies - we're the vase, broken on the floor, useless. Over time, a very long time, our pieces start to come back together... until there's enough of them together to get through the days, and years, a little easier.
Eventually, with time and God's grace, we may be a usable vase again, and glad for it!
But the cracks? They'll always remain. And over time that becomes okay too.
Y'all have seen on TV or movies where a vase gets knocked off a shelf, breaks into pieces, and magically the pieces fly up and the vase is back up on the shelf. Yes?
When someone we love dies - we're the vase, broken on the floor, useless. Over time, a very long time, our pieces start to come back together... until there's enough of them together to get through the days, and years, a little easier.
Eventually, with time and God's grace, we may be a usable vase again, and glad for it!
But the cracks? They'll always remain. And over time that becomes okay too.