The Promise

Glimpses of Life (4): Strength

Strength Yesterday, Bill’s boss told me he heard, from the memorial in Michigan, a coworker comment that I was the strongest person/woman he met. I don’t feel strong. I take a t-shirt last night and use it as a pillowcase to breathe him in–laying beside this inanimate object has the faintest reminder of his nearness.…

Glimpses of Life (3): The Promise

The Promise I promised I wouldn’t kill myself. I willed my feet to sprint until my lungs collapsed, and my heart stopped beating. But I stopped, exhausted. “Help me, God.” Help. How do I do this? How do I go on when reminders of your fingerprint cause an ache so deep, it penetrates beyond the…