I just returned from the cemetery. Amy's head stone came in today, just in time for Memorial Day. Though I had never been to her grave alone, I couldn't help but drive by on my way home for lunch.
It seems that with every day comes yet another reminder that my wife is not coming back. There's something surreal about standing alone in the back of a cemetery and seeing the picture of the one you had planned to spend a lifetime with, etched upon a granite stone.
I'm glad I went. I shed a few tears, thought much about our past and my future, and poured my heart out to God. I'm convinced that He has an incredible future for me and Emrie. It's just hard right now, from my perspective, to see over the mountain that stands in front of me.