grieving

I didn't really want to go to church yesterday because the topic was "Remembering Those Who've gone before" and it's been a cloudy and dark October and I just didn't want to get more depressed thinking about dead loved ones. But I went. And it was a very powerful service, because of what we shared and experienced together. I realized something important: I don't really know how to grieve. I have spent very little time doing it. I was raised to not feel sorry for myself and I automatically associate grieving with feeling sorry for myself. Jesus said "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." I'll be more open to the experience the next time it hits me, though I hope it doesn't come soon.