Requiescat in pace

How are we to handle grief?

When someone dies, how do we stop ourselves from spiralling out of control? It's so difficult... at that point, all we feel is pain, and pain is so hard to handle. Grief is so hard to handle.
Death is so hard to handle.

My french teacher passed away this week. She was an amazing teacher, always supporting her students, offering re-writes so you got the mark you needed to get. But she was sick, and she was suffering. So, ultimately, I am happy that she is with her Father.
But the earthly grieving.... it's so, so hard to handle. We can't properly comprehend the fact that this person is never, ever going to be coming back. So even though I say I'm happy for her, it's seldom that I actually remember to feel happy.

Death is a fact of life, as oxymoronic as that may sound. We must learn to accept it, and to trust that Father knows what He's doing.

He does.

And that's a reminder to myself as much as to anyone else.

Madame, vous nous manquez. Repose en paix... nous vous n'oublierons jamais. Vous étiez une source d'inspiration; je n'avais jamais une enseignante qui m'avait appelée  «ma fille» avant toi. Tu étais toujours plein d'entrain, et tu faisais un effort incroyable pour tes étudiants... nous vous vraiment n'oublierons jamais. 

Avec l'amour et des larmes~
Godspede