Promise?

How do you go on living when the largest part of your heart is gone?  That's the question I asked my Grandma before mailing our journal back to her just after Christmas.

I told her I was scared someone who loved me so perfectly... may not always be here.

She promised me God would lead me to live the life I was meant to live...the life that was mine.

I know he loves me in the same, words would never justify the depth of his emotions, sort of way that I love him.

I also know he will travel to the ends of the Earth to keep a promise...and I will keep this picture [forever] so I don't forget.

He comes and goes with no fanfare... months trudge on and we all quietly go about the things you do when the heartbeat of your house is gone...

Then, we hang a sign on the door the day he comes home.

I know why I refuse to take it down - I wonder if Ben's reason is the same...

I need him.

Love,
me