“Sorry, wrong door”


I admit there have been a couple of times in the past few of years when I found myself at an incorrect address. Knocking, waiting, and then realizing my mistake, I would grimace as I muttered, “Sorry, wrong door” to myself and quickly moved on.

The first time was on Easter a couple of years ago. I ran home after church, grabbed my food and headed over to meet the others who had driven separately and had already arrived. Looking back, my mistake was not having the address with me. I tried to call my son to get it but he failed to answer his phone. I knew the general area, but ended up turning one street too soon.

I remembered that this family had recently painted their front door a beautiful, bright color. So when I drove down the street – the incorrect street mind you – and saw a beautiful blue door, I sighed with relief. I had found it!! I grabbed my food, went to the door, and knocked loudly. To my dismay, the person who answered the door was no one I knew. “Sorry, wrong door.” How embarrassing!

My latest fiasco locating a house occurred this weekend. Granted, I had been given the incorrect address but I did not learn this until after my humiliating experience. So there I stood, alternately ringing the doorbell and knocking loudly determined to get a response. How could they possibly be gone? They were expecting me. The mystery was finally solved when I made a few phone calls and came to the conclusion that my information was flawed. I quickly retreated from the strange porch groaning, “Sorry, wrong door.”

As you find yourself walking through grief, there will be times when denial rears its ugly head and you want your news of loss to be a mistake. You want to tell grief, “Sorry, wrong door!” and send it far, far away from you. The instructions we gather for life seldom prepare us for the devastation that can be felt when death makes its appearance.This process of denying is a normal stage of grief.

More than anything, you wish you could change the past, have just one more day, and enjoy more time with your loved one. Life demands so much at times that it is easy to take for granted those who are near and dear. How could you possibly be experiencing this loss so soon? Things were not supposed to turn out this way. Your heart breaks and your mind screams, “Sorry, wrong door!”

When events of life and death seem too harsh to be real, accepting them as truth can challenge your faith. Believing that you will learn to live without your loved one can seem overwhelming and impossible. Yet, that is what we are called to do. Instead of saying, “Sorry, wrong door,” try voicing the words of this hope-filled scripture to find healing as you travel through your grief.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.”   Proverbs 3:5, 6 (NIV)

Until next time –



Grief Letters By Karen Bransgrove, Published by WestBow Press. You can order here.

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