In the last 24 hours, I've learned of three young women who have been tragically widowed. But really, every story I've heard from the growing number of young widows that I know is tragic.
No young widowed person has a story that you hear and think, "Oh, I hope that happens to me!". These stories take my breath away - they feel like a punch in the gut. Each death is a tragedy that rips apart the world of a family and a community. It wasn't meant to be this way.
One of the things I love about the Bible is that it's so honest about life in this world. It never gives us easy answers or tells us to look on the bright side or tries to put a bandaid on a severed limb (the best analogy I've heard to the completely unanalogous experience of losing your spouse).
And death? The Bible calls it an enemy - "the last enemy to be destroyed" (1 Corinthians 15:26). Death is an enemy. Let's call it like it is. We don't need to try to nice it up.
Your loss matters. Losing your loved one to death really is as awful as it feels.
While others might minimize your loss, Jesus never would. He faced death so that one day death will be destroyed forever.