Walk With Me Through The Night

When they tell us that our loved one is dead we are unable to interpret the words. When my husband died he squeezed my hand as though to say everything will be all right. But not for us. It is far from all right for those left behind. No it is a period of endless denial fear and panic. This book is an effort to walk with you as we travel through the long night. If we share our doubts and fears if we build upon each step forward and hold out a hand to one another as we stumble surely we will walk through the darkness to the light...from despair to hope. It is a very long walk through the night and the trail is filled with brambles and boulders but we will make it... a bit battered and bruised but perhaps stronger in our conviction that there truly is a plan for good and not for evil. Walk with me.