Thursday, 21 June 2007

• Welcome to Bizarro World!

   

  Yesterday, I wore my dress as a shirt.
  Yesterday, I wore my necklace as a bracelet.
  Yesterday, I ate a sub for lunch and had coffee for breakfast.
  Yesterday, I did my hair before I got dressed.

  I woke up, and tripped head long into Bizarro World. For its regular inhabitants, the bizarre is normal; the normal - bizarre. It's normal to eat hot ice cream, and take a bath in dirt. Even their speech patterns are different. To an outsider, it sounds a lot like they're saying - "Sucks to be here, it does!" Which translated roughly into English means , "This is a wonderful place to live!". In Bizarro World, everything opposite; backwards. Wrong is right, good is bad, happy is sad. It's the world as the world shouldn't, not, not be.... but it is.

  Grief is a lot like that. Everything that SHOULD be right with the world - isn't. It isn't normal for women to die young and leave their babies behind. It isn't normal to lose a best friend, or for your parents' marriage to fall apart. It isn't normal that a widow should be left alone with no one to care for. Death. To the outside world, NOTHING about this seems normal or right.

  I could spend an endless hour in a graveyard. Slabs of marble and granite marking the spot in which a family has chosen to bury their dead. Complex existences condensed into chiseled dates and one sentence declarations. Vibrant greens and floras thriving in spite of smelly decomposition processes happening not six feet below the surface. It's a cornucopia of ironies and contradictions - which unabashedly draw souls that are naturally inclined toward death.

  Graves simplify the mystic intrigue of death. It compacts nicely into our neat wooden packages of basic human understanding. However, our understanding is wrapped up in experience, which is why it is so hard to allow our brains to wrap itself around what our hearts already know: death is necessary to life. Nothing REALLY lives except for that it first dies. It sounds poetic. It sounds right.

  But no matter how right it sounds.......... it isn't. Like my friend Dana said, "It sucks to have a hole in your life. I wish we could fix it, but some things don't fix." 

  Welcome to Bizarro World; welcome to grief.

   

  ".....for I know Whom I have believed, and I am convinced that He is able to guard until that Day what has been entrusted to me." (2 Tim. 1:12b)

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