It happens many, many times every single day. I may be on the phone or composing an email or walking to a meeting – my brain temporarily focused on the mission. All of a sudden, like a vicious slap – it hits me – My baby is gone. I hear that phone call all over again. My brain flies into panic mode – “WTH? WTH? WTH?” How can this be real?
The denial, the panic, the overwhelming pain – WTH?!!!!!!
I keep it inside. No one else sees. Just me.
WTH? Moments are always followed by quiet, private conversations with GOD. HE gets me through, keeps me from falling apart.
Then, it hits all over again. WTH??????