Just breath...
They say that the most fortunate amongst us go through some kind of adversity that forces us to stop. Stop and look within. Stop and step out of the line. Stop and question...how the hell am I going to get through this?! Stop and search within for strength to get through to another day. Strength to carry on in hope of it getting easier. It's my experience to know this too. And yet knowing this the pain of going through it...is still big. Real big, because the foundation of my being has been taken away. The man I call dad. The guy who was the first to hold me, the first to love me, the first to support me, the first to care for me so dearly. Just gone. Machine off. No more air. But then life goes on. I mean it just doesn't stop. Everything just carries on and it makes me wonder...what happened to that man I call dad when that breath left his body? Such a simple thing is the breath. We don't even give it any thought in a day. We just rely on the universe