"All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well." (Julian of
At a time when I thought my world had all but ended, when the realization was hammering at my heart that my daughter's death was not some nightmare from which I would recover but was for all time, a friend came into the room, put her arms around my neck, and said, "Everything's going to be all right."
I thought she was crazy. And yet.... and yet.... was it possible that she was right?
I had occasion, some years later, to be the consoler of a young woman whose son had lapsed into a coma from which he would not recover, and my words to her were the same. "Everything's going to be all right." And I felt my friend from that earlier time standing beside me, nodding - See, that's what I told you.
Improbably though it seems when grief first assaults us, we do come to learn, though the surface of our life will often be in turmoil, that on a deep and unshakable level there is indeed a confidence that all is well.
Until that happens, we cling to the testimony of others and take hope: if for them, why not for us, too?
-- Martha Whitmore Hickman in Healing After Loss