Arms crossed on the couch I sat, uttering; “I’ll never have him walk me down the aisle” As I held a cold, hard hand looking upon his peace-filled coffin face I remembered our memories together Now it’s time to reconcile, but there is no proper way to release What do I do in these days? Why, when people say that ‘planning a wedding is fun’ does it not feel ‘fun’? Why, in every way, every year, every damn holiday does my heart ache? People make it sound and look so easy, but oh world, oh sky, oh God, grief is not easy . In most of the recent days, I find myself living from extreme to extreme. Brokenness to whole and seeming-bliss But oh world, oh sky, oh God; how do I hold these two without internally shattering. Perhaps the jokes on me and i already have. Friends, family, acquaintances, loved-ones, far-off strangers, I address you and petition that this is not an attention grabbing plea Not for you, not for me. But as I hold my head in my hands I ask, ‘ what th...