I have news. The worst kind of news. News of death of a very truly loved one once again. This time I am prepared…
I heard the news and still stayed in my own world of peace. It did not leave me. My angel did not leave me. God did not leave me…
My grief could consume me. I could fall apart. But I am not in that place now. I am stronger than I have ever been as a human, and although I have lost faith in it, humanity, I can feel the others that will to comfort me. I think it’s nice.
I have the strangest feeling that this will not lead to another state of aridity. I almost feel like this will make me ascend to the next level of closeness to the Divine.
Oh how I don’t want this! My only consolation is that she will be reunited with her Creator. Oh how I could fight this!