"In the Old days"

I think a family friend is very spot on concerning grief and grieving. Over the Easter holidays we were talking about how nice it would have been to have been expected to have at least three months of "deep mourning". You wouldn't be expected to be at functions and activities that normally fill your days. Then, you would have been allowed to return to activities at a slow and easy pace.

Falling back in after a week was ok for a short little while. Then I was wishing for more time to think, to rest, to not think, to not cry, to cry. Now I'm ready for a break. I don't think it's related to the school year winding down. I want to go into a cave or take a month in another location and rest.

June will have to do. School will be out soon enough. Here is the chorus of a Hymn I've been humming all morning. Would have fit the service well (not to mention my fussing about rest) since the topic was Lost and Afraid, How do you react to fear?

Be not afraid.
I go before you always.
Come follow me,
and I will give you rest.

(Be Not Afraid, Bob Dufford)