Your loved one is gone. The pain is more than you can handle. Your mind whirls like an eddy in the ocean. It starts to spin out of control. Your knees buckle; you feel faint.
You want to scream, “Wait. Wait a minute. I’m not ready.”
It was August 2011 when I lost my one true love. After 38 years together. We should have had eighteen more months. We had six. Not fair.
The pain remains as raw as the day he left.
Still, there is not one moment I have been angry at God, not one moment I have asked why, not one moment I felt He let me down, not one moment…
There is a purpose. He knows what it is.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full