Grief is exhausting. It is the difficulty of existing in two worlds at a time. The quotidian round of meals, children, conversations, driving the car; and at the same time one foot is in that river that never stops flowing past, that every now and then surges up and breaks over you. While you're walking down the driveway or when you're sitting on the porch watching the moon rise. When you look at your own son strong and well, and you imagine his heart stopping in a med-evac jet touching down in Johannesburg.
Two things at a time are real. In the midst of life we are in death.
Two things at a time are true: the Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.