Monthly letter from the Clergy
This months letter is from our Reader Ann Edwards
It seems like only a few days ago that we were preparing for all our Christmas services and looking forward to Christmas day. And here we are in February! Spring is just around the corner, and already there are snowdrops in bloom, and bulbs beginning to poke their heads above the ground. The plants which have lain dormant underground are beginning to wake up, and cheer us once again with their colour and beauty.
But as we marvel at the miracle of new growth we also remember those we have loved and lost whose names have been written on the ribbons on our Missing You trees. At the beginning of the month, in the festival of Candlemas, the ribbons were removed from the trees, and taken into the respective churches for blessing. On Ash Wednesday the ribbons will be burnt, and the prayers said over them will be carried to heaven in the smoke.
But this won’t be the end of our remembering – our loved ones are always with us, and every year anniversaries come around – birthdays, wedding anniversaries, dates of death, and as with Christmas, each year we find our own ways of commemorating those dates. Some people find that time makes such remembering a bit easier, a bit less painful; but for others the pain is still strong and hard to bear.
So, we are again offering our Bereavement Support group – an opportunity to meet together with others who are travelling the same road of grief – a time to spend together discussing how we feel, and helping each other in the process of coming to terms with our loss.
Our first session this year will be on Wednesday 27th February at 2pm in Stapleford church, and we will meet on the fourth Wednesday of each month. This is an informal group, there are no obligations, you can share as much or as little as you wish, and everything will be strictly confidential.
So if you are struggling, and feel this could be for you, do come along and join us. You never know, you may find that emotions which have lain dormant under the veil of grief may be woken again, and fill your days with colour and beauty.