Tomorrow will be a dark day, but I will forge ahead with dignity as best I can. I know how hard the blow will be, but I will stand up and allow the pain to swallow me up. I can only hope and take comfort in that at least the anticipation of it will finally be over, and we can start to put it all behind us.
It doesn’t matter how you look at it... there will be pain. Incredible pain. Pain that will rip and tear and pull apart and shred. Pain that will leave ruins and tattered pieces of my heart everywhere. Pain that will dig into the foundation of my soul and reveal everything ugly that had been hidden and buried, once upon a time. Pain that will sit above pain which has sat beyond agony.
How will I get through this? What do I tell that grieving confused child who has lost everything all at once?