Sometimes I just want to scream this as loud as I can. This nowhere even comes close to the pain I feel.
Looking over the things I just wrote I see my ego and a whole lot of I's. I know that I am not alone in this pain. Truthfully I see this pain in my family everyday. I hear our son speak of his baby brother. My husband and I talk about Vohz. He existed, he was a person, even if the time in his physical body was short. I'm not sure of many of your beliefs but mine is that even the ones who have left still have a type of "existence" in this world.
