stopping for a moment

Everything has changed. Everything.

I'm breathless at how quickly all my well-constructed plans have vanished. All that time, effort - gone. Simply gone.

I'm going to need some time to cry a little. Something has died after all.

And it will be fine... Doubts become certainties. New opportunities appear. And even that dark thick choking gnawing fear? Peace comes.

The hurricane smashes your house to bits. But you rebuild. You hang up new pictures. You make new memories and you let yourself laugh again. It's part of being human.

Some day I will sit on a beach somewhere with no more on my mind than how warm and nice the sun feels. That's a good hope.

But here is the hope above hope - more awesomely powerful than death itself - higher than the whole world!

I am loved.