Grieving doesn’t make you imperfect. It makes you human.
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.
The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.
Whenever the desert fathers and mothers would get absolutely despondent and didn’t know how they were going to put one foot in front of the next, they had this mantra. And the mantra wasn’t “God” and the word wasn’t “Jesus.” But the word was “today.