TM Response: When I awoke the next morning...
When I awoke the next morning it all felt like a dream. Or nightmare. The room was dark and quiet. For a moment I felt that if I didn't move, if I stayed just as I was for as long as possible, that the events of the previous day wouldn't be a reality. Time would stop.
The realization that it wasn't a dream hit me like a ton of bricks. April 8, 2004 was past, and the events of that day would be written in stone somewhere, forever. My mind reeled with questions, what ifs, whys, hows, pleas. I laid there and tried to bargain with God. I told Him that I would do anything to turn back time and fix what was broken.
The next moment I was hating God, doubting His existence. If He existed, how could something like this happen? How could a family be torn apart? How could He do this to me, if he existed? Wasn't He supposed to love us and protect us? I severely doubted that in the weeks and months following that day.
When I awoke the next morning, my whole life was forever changed. My wife was gone.
The realization that it wasn't a dream hit me like a ton of bricks. April 8, 2004 was past, and the events of that day would be written in stone somewhere, forever. My mind reeled with questions, what ifs, whys, hows, pleas. I laid there and tried to bargain with God. I told Him that I would do anything to turn back time and fix what was broken.
The next moment I was hating God, doubting His existence. If He existed, how could something like this happen? How could a family be torn apart? How could He do this to me, if he existed? Wasn't He supposed to love us and protect us? I severely doubted that in the weeks and months following that day.
When I awoke the next morning, my whole life was forever changed. My wife was gone.