I am talking about grief and being alone. Do I have my dad and great friends and family? Yes.
But there is something to be said for having a man in your life.
A man to hold you and tell you it is all going to be okay.
A man who protects you and has your back.
A man who will chase away the boogie man at night when you find it so hard to sleep.
If I slept one hour a night for the two weeks after my brother died, that is a lot. You see, I couldn't sleep. I was so scared. I don't know why but I just couldn't.
And, I have not slept with my back to the bedroom door since my brother died. Again, I am scared.
There is so much on my mind. So many questions that I believe will unfortunately remain unanswered.
But it would have been so comforting to be wrapped in the arms of someone who was solely on my side.
"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you will see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight."