The Emptied Place
I couldn’t get through Ghazala Khan’s gorgeous op-ed without crying. Then I couldn’t talk about it with Josh without crying. And then I went on Facebook and saw other people mentioning it, so I cried again.
There is a perfect paragraph in the center of the piece, one that puts into words that concept that we are never the same again after a loss:
Humayun is my middle son, and the others are doing so well, but every day I feel the pain of his loss. It has been 12 years, but you know hearts of pain can never heal as long as we live. Just talking about it is hard for me all the time. Every day, whenever I pray, I have to pray for him, and I cry. The place that emptied will always be empty.
The place that emptied will always be empty. It doesn’t get filled by something or someone else. It is just an empty space inside you for eternity.
Sitting for a moment with that very sad, but perfectly said, thought.