The water is wide, I can not cross over,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Make me a boat that is made for two,
And we shall row, my love and I.
-old English folk song
Yesterday marked one year since I lost Todd. He was the rudder and the sail on our boat. I'm now, after a painful, long year, still floundering aimlessly. I need Todd back at the oars with me giving my life direction and purpose.
I want to cross over to where he is. If I had wings I would fly to my heavenly father's home and ask to see and touch and feel him next to me, even just briefly, to say the goodbyes that we didn't have time to say. I miss him so.