It will be 10 years this September. I cannot believe it.
I don’t write this easily. Even though I have faithfully written about the simple ways life encourages us, 3 times a week for 2 1/2 years, it doesn’t mean I do not still feel the complexity of deep heartache.
It’s just that now, I’m not gasping for air.
In the early days and months, I wrote so much. My heart was hemorrhaging. My heart was injected with poison and it needed to come out – my son’s death and some events that followed with people who should have known better.
I just don’t know how 10 years went by so quickly.