This photo is from our back yard in Alabama, 1991.
I suppose there will always be an empty spot in my heart, one that was originally intended to receive things my family was supposed to fill. I will never know what might have been.
It is difficult to imagine anything more painful to endure.
I have been through all kinds of pain in recent years. A heart attack is nothing compared to the years of heartache and regret. The most painful physical suffering seems little enough to compare. Yet I cannot spare myself this feeling. Apparently it is necessary to remind me that there are things left yet undone.
I only hope I am worthy enough to do the job, in the time that is left me.
