Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Gift

It comes over me without warning; I feel fine and then, suddenly, I am engulfed in sorrow and loneliness so great that I do not know how I will be able to bear up under it for another moment. It lasts, sometimes several minutes, sometimes several hours, and then it subsides. And I know, and accept, almost as a gift, that this will be how it is for the rest of my life. Why a gift? Because it is all part of the great joy of loving you and being loved by you. And for the time being, it is what I have left of you, my sweetest girl.