I had a good day until 3pm when out of the blue with nothing tangible prompting me, the enormity and reality of the death of Himself just hit me like a juggernaut. I cried until I could hardly catch my breath. Such is grief. The finality and despair I felt crushed me totally. I miss him so. People say to me ‘you are so brave’. This afternoon was one of my worst since he died.
Interference by Trump in the World Cup.
What did you you think you would have by your current age that you don't?



