One of the struggles I have had through the grieving process is what I am calling interpretosis (over-interpreting) - assigning meaning to things that I really have no idea what they mean. I have also been acutely aware of well meaning others who seem to suffer from the same malady as they tried to put their interpretation of events as that which was supposed to be a comfort. The initial silence of Job's comforters has become more precious to me than before, and the greatest comforter at times has been my dog Ellie because of her helpful inability with words.
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