September is a month of loss. We lost a lot of things on 9-11. This month is the month I lost my Mom and found out about the loss of a close friend. It's the month that so many things went away from me and away from our physical world that it makes me question the eternal...the other.
Pain is like that. It makes me think only of what is in front of me and focuses me on the pain and away from the reality of the "other." But the "other" is so much bigger than the pain, and even much more real. It's part of being a reluctant believer that makes believing in the "other" so hard sometimes. We are all reluctant to believe when the pain and the sadness start to take over. But holding on to the "other" is the only thing that really allows the pain to heal us and make us something more than we were before.
If we don't grow, then only bitterness and hatefulness and soreness remain. But if we grow beyond the pain, then we point the way to the "other" that all of us so desperately need. That other, of course, is love.
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