Grief

It is amazing how each day turns into the next and most days are filled with joy but then there are other times....other times when I am sitting at home or in the car when the grief hits me. The pain is indescribable and it just sweeps over me. It nearly brings me to my knees and makes me hurt like I never have. On those days, I am lucky to be able to glance to my side and see my love who is there whose is holding my my hand. On those days, I could care less who did what or said what in an arguement. It is on those days where I feel so blessed to have been given someone who can reach down and grab the pain from me. I may never again be able to hear my father's voice or feel his embrace but I am still blessed.