Six months of mourning the loss of my Mom Marie Bilodeau has afforded me a plethora of insight into death and grieving. Throughout the process my Catholic views have, no doubt, guided and even re-conceptualized this heavy loss. Thoughts like those found in St. Paul’s letter to the Thessalonians, where we are implored not to grieve like others who have no hope, have, for example, prevented any long-term nihilistic turns in my spirit and psyche. As the old hymn rhetorically asks, “How can I keep from singing?” in a world that, although filled with suffering, nonetheless affords us a daily and direct view of our beautiful God. If God allowed Mary to mourn the loss of her Son, and allowed Jesus to mourn the loss of his friend Lazarus, then who am I not to taste the bitter pill of grief? Such a pill has brought with it all the more daily dependence upon God. In the spiritual life, you see, such a pill heals us all for we are all broken. And communion with God on this earth is all that ultimately matters.
I’d like to share more of such thoughts on grief, loss and our Catholic faith. It is my hope that my own loss and the subsequent insights spurred by it may be of help to others. To that end I have created a blog called Catholic Grief which will feature sporadic blog posts on grief and loss through the lens of our Catholic faith. I hope it can be of some help to you.