So this week has been full of a wide array of emotions. We were told a few days ago that my brother was never going to get any better from the condition we've been seeing him in. They said that they could not find the right mix of medications to help with the 'aggitation' (which is what they are calling the kicking, clenched fists, and raising his arms up and down) without keeping him sedated. That truly was heartbreaking news. My moms planning a trip up there late tonight..and going to stay until friday or possibly through the weekend. She called the social worker at the hospital so that she could reserve her a room at the hospitality house and the social worker told her that she didn't want to get her hopes but, but Ben responded to a command the nurse gave him yesterday. We don't know what of course. My mom was so excited that she didn't even think to ask what he did for her. But in my eyes that means that he is somewhere in there...maybe not the same him...but some part of him is comprehending something.
This morning in Old Testament the teacher spent the last 10 minutes of class talking about how people need to kind of dwell in their grief a while to get over it. That to truly help someone in their time of need and grief you should dwell in it as well, not try to comfort them by 'lightening' the subject of the circumstance. During a death we say 'well they're in a better place now.' Of course it might be true. Of course thats a great way to look at death. But in our hearts we are grieving. We are broken. There is a hole in our chest that can not be filled. Those comments are appropriate eventually....time is a crucial aspect of it though. Time can somewhat patch up that hole and allow you to move on in your life in some aspects. Time is needed to help us gather up our thoughts and sift through all our emotions...all the pain...all the anger...everything.
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