Wednesdays Lost As “The” day draws nearer Spirits sink lower Fears rise, higher. Not completely sure why, It’s as if we expect something…or “That” to happen again… Anything worse…is impossible! Still so unbelievable _ surreal almost. Two months short of a year And we continue to struggle to grasp the fact_ You’re gone! How do you go about planning an Angel Day…? When you can’t believe… Yet register every Wednesday… As we stare at the clock…silence engulfs… We hold our breath…for that moment to pass… I find myself praying that this Wednesday … Wednesday no: 45…I WAKE UP! The nightmare is over! When your mom calls …I hear happiness _ Instead of the emptiness that fills her voice… Her heart…her soul. Sorrowfully…it’s not a dream, This is our heart aching reality… Leaves an unnatural feeling in our souls… “GOD give us strength to make it through TODAY” I open my eyes and prepare to face, The never shifting pain… Aggravated and worsened… By the FEAR of every Wednesday! SS (10/02/10)