It’s just after Halloween, actually it’s All Souls Day, which makes this post especially appropriate. As a person who writes for a living, normally words come easy to me (at least in print – like most writer’s I’m not always the best conversationalist). Even so, I recently had to struggle through the hardest set of words I’ve ever had to write.
I had the honor of being asked to write an obituary for a dear friend who had died suddenly and unexpectedly. Working through a person’s life in a page, giving an impression for those who have never met him or her is an art I’ve never practiced before, and I won’t lie and say it wasn’t a struggle. Where I can normally write 200 words without blinking, it took me the better part of a day to finish the obituary.
All the same, it gave me an enormous sense of closure to be able to put those words together – not that I don’t grieve, of course I do – but this simple act helped me to accept our loss as real, and to begin the long road towards healing.















