Friend: How are you?
Me: I'm OK.
Friend: Good to hear.
Family: How are you?
Me: It's been a rough day but I'm OK.
Family: Good to hear.
God: I know how you are.
Me: Father I am in so much pain. Sometimes I think I might be OK but it doesn't
last. Sometimes it feels like my heart is being ripped out while I breathe.
Other times I don't think I can breathe. The nights are long and filled with emptiness - the days are filled with forgetting and pretending. How long can it endure?
God: I am here always daughter.
Me: Thanks Daddy.