The day after my son’s funeral seemed worse than the days after his death. I couldn’t do anything for him any more, I couldn’t take care of him any more. For five days I had still worried about him, shopped for clothes for him, knew that I would see him at least once more. Then we buried him. And I don’t know how to love him any more.
Christians are taught that real love is expressed in one’s actions; doing for another without concern for one’s self. So how can you continue to love someone after they die if you can’t do anything for them? Is sentimentality all that there is left of love? There has to be something more.