On that final day, when it was to be the last goodbye, I walked through those doors like I had done a million times. Down that hallway where we had walked arm in arm every single day we were together. I entered her room, that place of suffering and miracles, that place where heaven often collided with earth.   I could hear the music and the laughter hang in the air, almost as if it were its own person. I think it was. I think it was God letting me know he had been there, too.

I take my tears to Gethsemane Where God agonized over his humanity Where all of heaven bowed to see If God’s love was was weighty enough...

I live in fear of my terminal friend dying not because I fear what comes after death for I know that Blessed Hope but I fear life without...