I wrote this a few months after losing my son David.
I read that sufferings are God’s winds and hurricanes. They take human life and lift it to a higher level. When the storm breaks, the atmosphere is filled with new life and a part of heaven is brought down to earth. I however feel that I am still amidst the storm. I do not know how long it is going to take for the storm to clear and give me new life and hope. I am in the pit now and in the dumps and I can’t seem to be able to climb out of it. I taught and cried on the way home. I see the futility of everything. There is no glow to my life anymore.