{"id":346,"date":"2015-12-14T12:41:41","date_gmt":"2015-12-14T12:41:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/eviemcrae.com\/?page_id=346"},"modified":"2020-07-23T23:23:10","modified_gmt":"2020-07-23T13:23:10","slug":"a-grief-observed","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/?page_id=346","title":{"rendered":"A Grief Observed"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"346\" class=\"elementor elementor-346\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-5af71320 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"5af71320\" data-element_type=\"section\" data-e-type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-73ba17b4\" data-id=\"73ba17b4\" data-element_type=\"column\" data-e-type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-6c43999 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"6c43999\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-e-type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p style=\"text-align: left;\">A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis\u00a0is\u00a0like that warm arm around your shoulders telling you everything you feel in your darkest moments of grief is OK. I lost my mother when she was still so young and still had so much potential. So much to live for and so much to give. The feeling that something has been taken, that should not have been taken, is a raw sore that aches as viciously as they day it was cut upon your soul. To read the beautiful words of C.S. Lewis as he journals his way through the grief of losing his wife, was to join with him in something so personal, yet\u00a0so universal. The death of a loved one. C.S. Lewis observed every facet of his grief, and wrapped it in a beautiful gift of words. I urge you, if you are suffering right now, or wish to understand the suffering of someone close, read this book.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<div class='kindleWidget kindleLight' ><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/wp-content\/plugins\/send-to-kindle\/media\/white-25.png\" \/><span>Send to Kindle<\/span><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis\u00a0is\u00a0like that warm arm around your shoulders telling you everything you feel in your darkest moments of grief is OK. I lost my mother when she was still so young and still had so much potential. So much to live for and so much to give. The feeling that something &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"><a class=\"btn btn-default\" href=\"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/?page_id=346\"> Read More<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">  Read More<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":348,"parent":107,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-346","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/346","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=346"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4080,"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/346\/revisions\/4080"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/107"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/348"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/butterfly.writefromsource.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}