Tonight, I look back at my path since the day that Megan passed through that boundary of darkness into bright light.  There are other significant days in my life.  Many more.  But, each of those is hard to see because I moved to a different path on that day.

I've so many word pictures, examples, and analogies to help someone have a wee bit of insight into the grieving parent's heart.  Putting those into print would be of aid to some other poor soul so perhaps one day soon I will do that.

For now, let me be grateful for the moments of sanity which I've been granted in my days.  I could not imagine my ever having the strength to grasp sanity.  That is fair.  I don't think I did grasp it.  I believe my Father grasped it.  He grasps me firmly by the hand.  He carries me.  He holds me.  He is my sanity.  Thank you, Father.

As I write this, my eyes want to close and my head to bow.  I'd rather sleep than face this.  My brain still reminds me of a gum ball machine's globe filled with big gum balls.  And someone comes through and drops in gravel.  Then, sand.  And, finally, water.  There is no room left for cognition of pain and survival.  But, I have to try.  And, I need to let the extra junk in my brain fall away as time will allow.