You know what grief is? It’s a brutal lessening. The world is lesser. That big space where you spent time with the person you love has been ruthlessly shut down. Where music echoed there is now the dullness of cheap plaster board killing the sound.
And you want that feeling of dullness and ineffable injustice to go away but it is there drilling into your head as soon as you wake up.
Death is stupid. Like loveless sex. As natural as it may seem, it diminishes the dignity of being human.
We ask God to forgive our sins. Death is God’s sin. It’s unutterably hard to forgive it.