Mission: Healing

It was a year ago yesterday.  They say time heals all wounds...but just how much time? Apparently, a year is not enough.

I thought I was over it, or at least, I thought I had been doing better.  Although not a day goes by that I don't think about it, I've been able to control the surge of emotions associated with it.

Yesterday was rough.  I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat.  From the time I woke up to around mid-afternoon, I couldn't get out of bed.  I hurt, but I felt empty.  I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't catch my breath.

And then there was you.  You knew just what to say and do to make me feel better.  You are a God-send.

It doesn't matter that you weren't there for me when it happened.  It didn't matter then, it doesn't matter now.  What's important is that you are there for me every day afterwards, for the rest of my life.  I truly thank God for that.

So I survived one year.  I hope this gets easier.