Fractured Life

I’ve been feeling the fracture in my life heavily- trying to connect what we were just four months ago to what we are now…broken and incomplete.   I look at the photographs around our home of the three of us.  Our home itself appears pretty much the same- your clothes still in the closet- your shoes still by the door.  But there is no continuity still.  I cannot connect the two lives I have now.

But perhaps- instead of hurdling this separation- this seismic gap- I should be peering inside the deep crevice.

Because I’m starting to think the fracture is like a window the more I live with it.  It tore open my life and though I’d gladly give away any insight and perception to have you back, there is no negating that something’s in there…something huge.
Maybe even God himself.

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