Monday, December 7, 2015

Peace be still

David died is August 2003 and I wrote this in my diary on January 31, 2004.

It is the last day of the first month. It is very cold and still dark. I woke up sad as usual. My thoughts always go towards David. “Peace be still” is what I read this morning. Yet my soul rages. The moments of peace are very few and far between. I need to be calmed and quieted within. I am in the path of pain and am burdened with sorrow. I need to be released from my grief. I need to let go, but somehow I cannot. How can a mother forget her dear son? The loneliness continues to grip me. I feel like busting. 

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