Sheldon Vanauken called the book about losing his wife A Severe Mercy. On my better days I can think of Susan’s passing as such.
She died on Thanksgiving last year. Through the tears I can find aspects to be thankful for: She knew where she was going and had since childhood. She was on good terms with everyone and left no unresolved issues. She was surrounded by her family. She didn’t suffer.
The severity of her death is achingly apparent: She was still young at 57. She was daily involved in the ministry of saving unborn babies. She was needed by her family and friends. She left gaping holes in so many lives, especially mine.
The definition of mercy includes the idea of “something that gives evidence of divine favor or blessing.” Looking back on Susan’s life I can see that.
Looking around me today, I can’t.