Some people I love are burying a precious, deeply loved, way too young child.
I don't have words for the sadness.
Sometimes poems speak for my broken heart.
This one does:
"And this is the consolation - that the world
doesn't end, that the world one day
opens up into something better, and that we
one day open up into something far better.
Maybe like this: one morning you finally wake
to a light you recognize as the light you've wanted
every morning that has come before. And the air
itself has some light thing in it that you've always
hoped the air might have. And one is there
to welcome you whose face you've looked for during all
the best and worst times of your life. He takes you to himself
and holds you close until you finally wake.
And it seems you've only just awakened, but you turn
and there we are, the rest of us, arriving just behind you.
We'll go the rest of the way together.
(Words for My Father, by Scott Cairns)