My wife and mum

ar me and I cried. I called out to God with all my might, again and again.

uldn't be that Big Ben had left me all alone a

tired to cry anymore wou

oped, I waited. But He never did bring him b

y all I had left were some fad

gone through it, it's not all the same. And you know what? You can't really control how

be. It sounds simple, but my favorite thing to do on my darkest days is to act like I'm OK, making myself so busy that the reality of loss doesn't even have the chanc

d continue to still find ways to crawl out of the sadness toward joy, ways to climb out of anger toward gratitude. I didn't rea

. A bumpy road, but a road

became old news; my friends quickly move

id not

. Many times, I would come home from school, run straig

med to be barricaded behind locked doors. My throat clogged up and my

had many friends, I was unable to express any of my deepest thoughts or feelin

her frequently because she is all I have left in this world, she is no longer as strong as she used to cause she is aged and sick. I really feel she should be close to me so i can keep a close watc

. When I asked why, she'll say she wants to be given space to enjoy her marriage, I love my wife just so much and she loves me too, I'll practically do a