How hard does it get before it gets better?
On Wednesday, I went to the cemetery to visit Donna's grave. At first I felt like it was more out of duty than anything, respect for her memory. But while I was there, feeling the sunshine, seeing the weeds and grass waving in the breeze, hearing the birds singing, I felt empty. She and I used to enjoy experiencing nature together, and it's not the same without her. After God and his creation, she was the other half that made life complete. I miss her so very, very much! I wanted her there with me so badly. I still could not believe she was taken from this life, because I could see her, smell her, feel her hand in mine as I held her close beside me. I never want to let her go, not ever. I want to hold onto her forever!
But she's already gone. I just don't... No, I can't understand.