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Grief is a lifelong process until we slip into the place where death is no more.
I have family members who have died that I think about every week. I cannot even name them in this post as the memory is so sacred. As I get older, the list of such memories grows longer and the lesson of a grandparent who wanted to on to Glory to see her friends, mostly there, grows greater.
Year - Losses - Death - Job - Forces
This last year contained many losses to death, including one that my very job forces me to consider, the death of Professor Al Geier. I teach many classes dialectically in a way peculiar to Professor Geier: a fusion of Straussian concern for the text, with a puckish dislike of gurus, an analytic concern for precision, compassion for students, and a commitment to seeking the good in discussion. Professor Geier would change his life if he was persuaded, change nothing if he was not.
He has been gone a year. We gave out the award he allowed us to name after him last graduation and will do again. We will meet, but we miss him.
Belief - Limit - Grief - Mourning - Emotion
There is an odd belief that there must be a limit to grief or mourning and surely like any emotion one can act inappropriately in mourning. As a boy I knew folk who made grief a show to draw attention to self. This made me to hesitate to write about a particular loss at all: my grief is himward not about me. A good Republic discussion with Professor Geier with overly strong coffee is what is gone, because he is gone.
My hope is that some thoughts on hopeful mourning will help friends.
People - Families - Communities - Theology
Yet people around me also mourn and I have noticed that if they had poor families, weak communities, or bad theology they think they have...
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