Kelly was 34. Unlike you, I was given the opportunity to be present when she was taken into the arms of Jesus. I had the opportunity to say goodbye. I can’t imagine your grief at this time. But life is a combination of joy and sorrow. I don’t think I laughed for a week after she died. Then my grandaughter did something that made me laugh uncontrollably. At that point I knew I was on the road to healing. There is a time to laugh and a time to cry. Someday you will laugh again. Someday your mourning will be turned gladness. But now is the time to grieve. God Bless you!
Good to hear that, P-Marlow. You remain in my thoughts and prayers.