The Grieving Room.

The grieving room -- my couch/chair space that has corresponded with the many conversations the past few days, of my grieving but more so the mixture of that with my friends'. So many of them are grieving too -- of jobs, of men, of children, of change, of life. So many of my dearest friends are hurting right now. I am thankful for my room, the grieving room, now where we can all meet and house our hurts.

When one hurts, many hurt but they are usually there to comfort another. Right now, when I hurt, those who are available to comfort me, are also hurting. This seems strange. This bothers me. Not bothered because of them or their situations, but bothered because I just wish God would give of us all a couple months of so we could all help each other grieve, well.