All of us who have lost loved ones know the searing pain of grief. We know how difficult—even impossible—it is to let go. Grief is our wound, the hole inside us left by each precious life that has been taken from us, an emptiness that, indeed, can never be filled by anyone else.
We go on with our lives. We must. But today, let us be reminded that grief is a sacred wound. Let us respect our own grieving, for it is, after all, an expression of our love. And it is an honoring for those we love. Let us be assured that the feeling we call grief: the shock, the sadness, its anger and confusion, and, most of all, its loneliness, is our way of saying: We love you.
Written for the 1987
Memorial Day Capital Concert