In the still of the morning

Hi -

In the quiet moments of the morning, when I’m just laying in bed thinking about the day and life, I remember. It all comes crashing back and I just ask why. What’s the plan? Why did this happen now, to us, to me? They aren’t angry why’s, they’re just why’s. They are filled with wonder, and a non-understanding of what just happened. How did this just happen? What am I supposed to do now? What are any of us supposed to do now? Why, why, why?

Love you forever, miss you always.

Rachel