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Never Say These 2 Things to a Grieving Mom


A few months after my son Bobby died, I had lunch with a few friends. I still wasn’t up to socializing, but I agreed to go anyway. One of the women said something that made me want to jump across the table and grab her by the throat. I know she meant her words as comfort, but at that time it was like rubbing salt in an already gaping wound.┬áIt’s now been five years and I can remember my visceral reaction that day.

Here are two things NEVER to say to a grieving mother:

He/she is in a better place. No he’s not! He should be here with his family. With me. How could any place be better?

If you just do X, you’ll find closure. Really? What does closure mean, exactly? Do you think one simple act will help relieve the unrelenting aching of my empty arms?

As any mom will tell you, after 5 years, 10 years, or even longer, there is no such thing as closure. Writing my book, BECAUSE OF GRACE, didn’t bring closure. Putting a brass plaque with Bobby’s name on the Children’s Memorial Tree in South Lake Tahoe didn’t bring me closure. Closure is like trying to grab smoke.

Has anyone ever said anything to you like this? How did you respond?




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Life is Inconvenient

When I look at how God works in my life, I must admit that it can be inconvenient at times. It was inconvenient for Bobby to die. It was inconvenient for Mike to lose his job. It’s inconvenient that we have to cook for my mom every night.
When I look at my life’s circumstances as God’s grace to me, I have to stop making the distinction between “good” and “bad” circumstances. Grace is defined as “undeserved favor.” How can these crummy, inconvenient circumstances be undeserved favor? More like undeserved punishment! That’s where I have to stop looking at myself as the center of the universe. That’s when I have to use my eyes of faith. Huh? Yeah, the judgement between good and bad is not situational or circumstantial. Convenient or inconvenient, God’s working in my life just is. I can either accept it with grace (there’s that word again!) or chafe against it. My choice, His Grace.