What we tend to forgot is not only do we believe in God but with all the fucked up problems in this world and this flawed human condition. God still believes in each and every one of us. How lucky are you and I. How loved. I tend to forget such a thing a lot of the time.
This is how I thought it would be. This is the way I felt. Life was easy when I believed she would always be my rock. My own personal goals matter but now they feel hollow. I have so many who love me but, for some reason the only one that mattered was her.