Just when it get's a little better
by Jerry Jones
(Bluff City, TN)
It's been only five months since my wife of 17 years passed on Dec. 1st. I haven't been any where nor have I done much. Trying to date or meet some one is out of the question but what really bothers me no one seems to give a dam about it all. All I've heard is hollow sympathy from people who don't even know me. Since her funeral service I've heard from no one so I am truly alone on this earth but God carry's me through each day. Some days I do small things but for the most part I can't seem to make myself get up and go. The pain is unbearable and the loneliness is a demon. So, here we go through it by ourselves because only we can. No one else can carry this awful burden but us no matter if we have family or friends there to help. The help is useless. I know one day the pain will subside into its rightful place in my mind. And life will or may have some meaning again. Until then however, the suffering is a lifestyle.