Nothing feels as cold as the words you never wanted to read as they move from your eyes straight to the middle of your stomach, sitting there like dry ice, cold and foggy.
Nothing screams like that place deep inside your mind where the echo of "WHY?" reverberates through your head over and over again.
Nothing feels as tight as the first breath you take after the punch of grief, pulling air in almost just to remind yourself that you are still alive.
Nothing is as wet as the blanket that catches your tears (because fall they did) and wipes your face, as you wrap it around you, trying to warm the cold settling deep in your bones.
Grief. Then nothing.
*Thomas, Katarina, and I are all okay, but we lost some special people on both sides of our family in the last two weeks. The grief is strong. The promises of Jesus and heaven are stronger.