I lay in a graveyard with newly placed stones to commemorate a life well-lived for the Lord's Glory. Stones that have been prayed for and prayed over. Words chosen with care and conviction. Selections with the purpose of honoring a man's life and testifying of the God he loved and served for 32 years.
Simultaneously, being the one left without him, I am undone.
I feel as if at any moment, my chest will collapse from the pressure of the pain within. It is hard to breathe. It is almost impossible to move. I sleep because it is a break from the agony and my body is so tired from the trauma. When I am awake I sit dazed and torpid.
Last week the kids and I attempted to go on vacation. I made it through the first part of the trip partly because there were no memories attached to the place…