Hard day

Today is the seventh months since I lost my son to suicide and although in some ways it seems like a lot longer in other ways it seems like just the other day.  This week has been real hard on his wife and I worry about her and hope God watches over her and helps her through these tough times.  There are times when I am fine but other times I still feel like a big piece has been torn out of my body and it will never fill in.  Things are better than they were a few months ago but there are still times I melt into a funk.  With it being Easter this weekk-end I have a real blessing knowing that some day I will see him again and be able to tell him how much I loved and missed him.  I hope my wife and daughter are able to feel better this week-end knowing that also.