My Ramblings

Shortly after Daniel died, my very good and longtime friend, Bill Dobos, gave me a book titled, “Lament for a Son” written by Nicholas Wolterstorff. The book is about the author’s grief after losing his son in a mountain climbing accident. There is so much in this book to which I can relate. The boy’s death was unexpected; he was in his 25, Daniel was 28; his father sometimes got angry with him over the boy’s self-centeredness, etc. In one chapter, Wolterstorff speaks about his friend whose son committed suicide a few weeks before his own son died. Following is from his book and is worth repeating here: The pain of his (the one who killed himself) life was so intense that he took the life that gave the pain. I thought for a time that such a death must be easier to bear than the one with zest for life. He wanted to die. When I talked to the father, I saw that I was wrong. Death is the great leveler, so our writers have always told us. Of course they are right. But they have negle