This is the last passage that I noted while reading this book.
I think I am drawn over and over to the idea that everything is temporary – especially death.
Everything feels truncated in death.
It is like some sort of injustice. Business that was left undone.
Only natural that married love would fit in that box too then…
I feel sometimes that I could stop and weep over the fact of this transient life.
But I am so often reminded that I likely do not see the entire picture.
Paul is gone, and I miss him acutely nearly every moment, but I somehow feel I’m still taking part in the life we created together. “Bereavement is not the truncation of married love,” C. S. Lewis wrote, “but one of its regular phases—like the honeymoon. What we want is to live our marriage well and faithfully through that phase too.”