The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.
–Henri Nouwen
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.
–Henri Nouwen
Bougerau’s depiction of the grief that Adam and Eve display when discovering their dead son Abel is a haunting vision of every parent’s worst nightmare. What do you do when you have to bury your child? Even worse, when your son slays another? These inexplicable moments of anguish cannot be spoken, merely painted.