"That which does not kill me will make me stronger." This was the attitude I took when facing the shock and awe of my beloved wife's death. For the first couple of months, I was numbed, perhaps living in a zombie-like existence. All was surreal. Oh, I was in touch with reality. I found a way, with the help of the Holy Spirit, to function while in the midst of pain. I was a shell of a man. If you observed me from the outside, all looked normal. But if you looked inside, you would see that the lights were on but no one was home. I was vacant, empty. Anna, the woman I loved with all of my heart and who was so much a part of me, had left the building.
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