(Remembering Mary Ellen Townsend Harris, 1911-2016)
After Hugh’s death, Mary felt like a ship adrift on a windless sea. Having been through the long struggle with his neurological decline, she knew in her heart that his death was actually his healing–but that didn’t replace the empty feeling that gnawed at her spirit. During their long life-journey they had forged a spiritual bond so deep that it was unbreakable, even by death. In Mary’s mind, Hugh was an indelible part of her own being, and he would remain so until she joined him in eternity.
That’s not to say she was shallow on grief. Mary felt her loss with every breath she drew. Her response was to lift it all to God. She found comfort and strength through inspirational readings, and thoughts she wrote in her journal each day.
Especially helpful was an exercise she had used just a year before…
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