Yet Life Continued......

Against my will, life continued.

That was not my intent, but God had a plan.

Often I cursed Him for it, that He would not let me die.

And somehow, I awoke in Spain. The sunsplashed days of the peace of my family's ancestral home, the gentle tradewinds of the sea coming in at night, repaired enough of the wounds of my soul to allow me to continue living....if it could have been called that.

It was merely existing, breathing involuntarily from one moment to the next, but....that became living for me....until I could stand the balm and calm of Spain no longer.

I sailed to London.

And a most miraculous event, along the way, I felt myself....coming out of the long, dark night of my soul.

I would not say I was healed again, not completely, but at least I could function.

And I began to look forward to the next day of life.

Then......Gabriella happened to me.

Nothing could have prepared me for her, nothing in my past, or in my wildest dreams.

I think she needed me as much as I needed her. Together, we stood in the fire of our souls and together, we walked out.

Scorched.

But alive.

We married. And so began the next turn of my life, when I thought I would not have one at all.

Bliss was complete. But brief.

And what I thought could never happen again to me, in fact, did.