Getting Up

Yesterday, I took Katie to the Children's Hospital. We left with a promise that she will start to feel better in 2-3 days. I've heard that before. I have absolutely no faith that she will ever feel better. But I am faking it because Katie is borrowing my strength until hers returns.

Melissa's funeral was yesterday. I spoke with her mother and her husband. Despite what is going on in my life, it is infinitely better than the pain and suffering that they are forced to endure. For that, I am very thankful for all that I have.

At the funeral, most of my questions were answered. Knowing more of the details about what happened leading up to Melissa's death is heartbreaking, but it helps to make sense of her "disappearance". In fact, I am starting to feel more like she died rather than "disappeared", which is good.

Not very much has changed in my life over the last 48 hours. Except that I am no longer on my knees. There's a lot to be said for that...