The more time passes from day to day, the more I accept that I’m lost.
When Randy was taken from earth, my being was left with a deep, agonizing loss.
Nine months have passed since that day, yet this loss continues to torment.
Begging for Randy’s return is not helping, but I so want him to return.
I am lost.
God, please reach me… protect me, Thou protector of widows.
Nepo: … when someone we love dies, we who love them are drawn to the other side. In fact, grief is how we straddle for a time between life and death, a time that can’t be measured in hours or days, a time in which the deeper truths come in like a wind through the breaks in our heart.
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