She's really, really gone.  


Empty left aisle at church. 

Unreturned emails. 

Unreturned texts. 

She was just here and now she's gone

I wanted to be strong for her today--so strong.  

I refused to let her down.  

I needed the very music that my heart was so afraid to sing.  My soul needed a place to put the pain and relief.  I needed something tangible.  I needed that release. 

I made it all the way to the end of the last song and put my mic down and looked at my singing mates to see the tears streaming down their faces.  

And I lost it.  

I covered my mouth with my hands to keep the sobbing down while Tim prayed.  I shook and trembled and did my best to get it together.  

And then it was over.  

And life kept moving.  

Sort of.  

Everything will change, things will never be the same, we will never be the same.


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