I constantly think of David and my heart aches. The pain returns daily and sometimes I cannot stand it. I ache, I throb, I tear and I cannot escape the horror of it.
I yelled and screamed in the car and conversed with God about my pain and was exhausted. It poured and I had difficulty driving. The storm reminded me of my raging soul. Prior to losing D my life had trials and difficulties but my life seemed storm-less. After supper I struggled at night. My shrinking heart quivers with its intensity of suffering. I am not content without David.
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