Sometimes words don't seem enough. I miss you for instance. It conveys a feeling, without really capturing the emptiness I feel in my heart, that part of me that was you.
I saw a man thanking the Lord for the 9 years he had with his daughter. He danced with her one last time, and asked God to tell her "he did his half of the dance." I cried. How could our Father give our lives so much meaning and in the blink of an eye, take it all away. People find solace with not knowing God's plan, but I don't, I can't yet. I rage everyday not knowing where you are, why you are gone, the pain does not stop.
I think its these moments of anguish that diminish the human spirit for some. Some people carry on, others can't. It isn't strength that forces me to get out of bed every day, its just time.
I miss you Jaret. So much more than words can ever say. I cherish every moment I ever told you I loved you, and every time you told me you loved me too. I will see you soon,