tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799982246987329848.post8770904796328432313..comments2023-04-26T01:07:09.325-07:00Comments on Chronicle of the Neglected Truth: Grief, God, and Trying to HealBibliomage7http://www.blogger.com/profile/03032634039414127696noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799982246987329848.post-75302803523718060272014-03-30T18:31:54.951-07:002014-03-30T18:31:54.951-07:00After my closest friend took her life a year and a...After my closest friend took her life a year and a half ago, and then G left his job, I felt the same way. Church was (and sometimes still is) the hardest place to be, because those people who care so much about you look at you in a certain way because they know you're hurting and don't want to intrude, make you cry, don't know whether or not to hug you or stay away-but they want you to know that they care. And knowing this is infuriating and not fair. It takes a lot of time to walk down that road.bridgmanpotteryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10552084024770335560noreply@blogger.com