Yea Though I Walk Through The Valley of the Shadow of Death....

My soul is sore. 

It has been stretched and filled with wonderful things this week, but it is also bulging from the weight of hurts to my love, to my children and the burden of loss to come.

How to comfort someone for the loss of a grandchild’s arms around his neck?  How to ease the hurt of knowing plans will go on without him?

There is no way round but through this road - and we will walk it, crawl it, be dragged or sprint down it together.  I cannot feel what he feels – but I can feel beside him.

We are surrounded by Love and it is sweet. Like balm that soothes the sharpest of a wound’s pangs.

But it still throbs.

Felicia