Actually, that started last Monday when he unexpectedly died. It just gets real today and tomorrow as many will come to pay their respects.
I've thought of her constantly.
Eventually, I will pass this book along to her. It's a journal of sorts, written by C.S.Lewis. He wrote it when he lost his wife, Joy. It's raw and real. The way a journal should be.
He writes, "No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid...At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says."
There are so many wise words within the pages of this book.
My heart is with her.