How does it feel to awake every morning ... and to be so all alone with just myself and my pillow as I lay in bed?

Oh yes, I am grateful that I have my God with me always ... and yes, my God somehow carries me through once again ... and again.

But there is no longer that warm silent touch or caring embrace each morning to sooth my heart and comfort my soul as I start my day … a touch that would let me know, that no matter what, all was OK.

And now I open my eyes to an empty room filled with sweet memories of those mystical days gone by … memories that will always be there for me to comfort my precious heart with a silent-knowing.

And tomorrow has arrived once more.