This has not been a good week. A friend lost his wife after a protracted battle with cancer; another lost her son in an unexpected tragedy.

Some romanticize death, putting the best face they can on it, looking for meaning in what seems so meaningless.

I don’t. Death is a tragedy. Always—at 8 or 88. The Bible calls it an enemy, and Christians say that’s why Jesus died—to take away sin, give eternal life and abolish death (according to the Book of Revelation, there will be no more death, nor mourning, nor crying, nor pain).

That said, life does go on. And some manage to survive, even thrive, after excruciating grief.

Tomorrow’s blog.