Just the sight of a tennis court was enough to make me cry. My husband of 23 years had passed on suddenly, and even now, two years later, I still found myself feeling lost and lonely. Although I had my own career and felt satisfied in many ways, I couldn't help but wish for his companionship and long for the happy times we'd once spent together traveling and playing tennis.
I prayed to God for comfort and for a deeper understanding of Him and of my relationship to Him. I felt this understanding would bring me lasting peace. And as I studied the Bible and Mary Baker Eddy's writings, I would feel that peace—for a time. But then something would trigger a memory, and I'd be in tears, and back to gloom and heartache.
When I read testimonies about other people's quick healings of grief, I would wonder how I, too, could find healing. Why was this taking so long, and why did it feel like so much work? I longed to see an all-loving Father who is right here comforting me and giving all good. In my work as a Christian Science practitioner, I'd offered these truths many times to others faced with loss. Now I was the one struggling, unable to find lasting comfort.
