“I can’t believe I have to leave.”It was the first time I had felt peace at church in a long time. Even though it was just a thought, trapped inside my head, where no one could see, it shook me. I felt the tears begin to well up. The hymns I was singing felt holy. The pew I sat in felt holy. The words I had heard offered over the pulpit that day felt holy. It had been the first time in a long time that any of it felt right. More than right—it was beautiful. Anticipatory grief is grief that […]
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