As I listen to my son mourn the loss of a pet I am reminded of what a fickle thing grief can be. Just when it seems that it has gone, it returns fully and without warning. Each sob from my son pierces me, partly because I hate to see him hurting and partly because I don't know how to help him. I am no stranger to grief yet I cannot find the words to comfort him. In fact, it is this familiarity that has taught me how futile my efforts would be. Grief is a sometimes necessary part of life. It arrives like an unwelcome house guest and stays until it chooses to leave. You can try to keep it locked in a room but that just keeps it around longer.
And so, I sit here with my son. He's okay right now but I know his sobs are far from over.
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