Shock. Heart-ache. Loneliness and a deep sense of loss.
A feeling that the earth has stopped spinning in its orbit.
Death. Why do you rob the soul of so much?
Time why have you become an enemy to my heart?
Heart-wrenching sobs escape from the depths of my soul. There must be no more air in my lungs, as I am unable to breathe. Intense gasping and numbness engulf me as I look heavenward. How?
How will I survive this gaping wound;
this unacceptable death?
Contemplation of life and love and loss leads me to one conclusion only. My life will be forever changed. My soul looks Heavenward for solace as I seek understanding, and as I remember who I was before death crushed my soul.
My spirit will believe that there is a comfort capable of going beyond my understanding.
I look to God and ask for him to hold my heart; to quiet my convulsive cries, and to catch my streaming tears, while I wrestle with this death; and all of its unwelcomed aftermath.
Death, though inevitable is entirely unacceptable.
