I will always remember what has happened. I really want to. The month of July left a difficult August in its wake. It is easy to wonder why? The questions come so very easily. I wish the answers did too but they seem reticent to peep out from life and wisdom, and offer me the solace I seek. Losing was not a choice, my grief was one. The tears didn’t pay much attention to me or my reasoning. So I let them flow freely because I know they are anyways much better out, than bottled within. I am ok with what happened. Because I have to be. God had a reason. And I accept that. The tears were only to empty the heart.