Closure

Closure

for everything there is a season…

It is 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴...⁣
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I glance at my classroom planner from last year and am reminded. Reminded of all the precious moments that occur this time of year. ⁣
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Days of celebration...such as a classroom zoo to celebrate the final letter of the alphabet, or a Mother’s Day tea to honor precious preschool mamas, and definitely the Last Day program to bring closure to another treasured year.⁣
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Closure. This year, the special celebrations are missing. Yet, the absence of much-needed closure is by far the hardest pill to swallow.⁣
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And with it, guilt can be a constant companion. For how can I justify sadness and disappointment when there are those for whom illness and loss of job or home are not only frightening, but all too real results of this pandemic. Yet, a pandemic in its very nature means it is literally prevalent worldwide. And so, everyone has felt loss, in some form. Whether it is perceived as only disappointing and minor or is clearly tragic and severe, it is loss.⁣
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Yes, in daily life, there is indeed “pain in every pew.”⁣
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So, it’s indeed a time to acknowledge one’s own disappointments and⁣ equally a time to be aware of the disappointments of others...those seated in another pew.⁣ ⁣
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So, it’s indeed a time to find one’s own hope and⁣ equally a time to share healing hope with others...those seated in another pew.⁣
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For no matter the pew in which you’re seated, it is 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴.⁣