Her suffering ended ten years ago tonight. A decade can take forever to pass, with each day stretching into the next into the next, yet you can come to the end of it and feel like all those things you lived and thought would kill you were only yesterday. Sometimes you still wake up and the slanted light makes you feel like it is the morning after and your home is an empty place. But it didn’t kill you, and your house is not quiet, and you can give thanks to God even with a heart that has never again felt quite whole.
This little essay came to me more as a dream or a prayer, and people seem to like it, so I thought I’d share it