To feel deeply is both a blessing and a curse– that’s my message to the world

Today I am still sad that my late physiotherapist is dead I miss her so much and I can’t talk about it with my parents they are very stoic people (I can’t remember the last I saw either of them cry) they think I got over this a month after she died but the truth is I’m still not over it the depth of my cries nobody will hear because I cry quietly I know Gerda would want me to be happy but I can’t right now all I can think is “Where is Jesus when I need Him to resurrect someone? “  I would give anything to hear her say one last time “You stepped over my heart with your muddy feet.” in response to my excitement at the end of each of our sessions.