I’m still in shock. I won’t even pretend like I’m OK with this year. Last year we snacked and had cheese fondue in happy warmth. This year I cried in the cold.
There are times I sense heaven. Today I just know he was senselessly murdered by a stranger. His life, his precious life, was taken for no reason. And thanks to someone we don’t even know, we spend the day broken in tears.
Yes we have hope for the future. Yes we have hope for the resurrection. Yes I’ve grown. Yes I’ve learned about love. But my love was killed and today I weep.
I keep remembering his warmth, his eyes, his arms, and our life. I’m tired. I’m broken. I pray I’ll dream, because this temporary world I see has left me broken and sleep is my greatest relied.
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