...a lot is said and little is done.
The funeral is over and the questions linger. Why is the largest question. How is the next one. When is the last question.
Why? Why did things turn out the way they did. Why were there so many years and decades of mistrust, of accusations, of bitterness.
How? How do I forgive? How do I reconcile myself to the fact that he is never coming back and will never hear the truth?
When? When will this pain and emptiness go away?
