A Few Thoughts on Grief

<p>“Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.” -Shakespeare</p> <p>"'<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Because she is in God's hands.' But if so, she was in God's hands all the time, and I have seen what they did to her here. Do they suddenly become gentler to us the moment we are out of the body and if so, why? If God's goodness is inconsistent with hurting us, then either God is not good or there is no God: for in the only life we know He hurts us beyond our worst fears and beyond all we can imagine. If it is consistent with hurting us, then He may hurt us after death is unendurably as before it.”  -C. S. Lewis</span></p> <p>"He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."  -Auden</p>