Taking a breath

A simple article in the Reader's Digest got me thinking
about this subject.....breathing life in....breathing life out.

Think about all the ways we talk about a "breath".
you take one,
you lose one,
you steal one,
you hold one,
you waste one,
you save one,
you run out of [breath]....the combinations go on and on.

I watched Todd heave for air. I watched his eyes open wide in fright. His lungs were trying to do the simple act we take for granted. A simple act that we don't think much about - taking a breath. I know he is at peace now but that does not stop my tears from falling. I cry myself to sleep, holding onto his teddy bear that I gave him. I have put his favorite cologne on the ribbon around its neck, just to catch the smell of him again. In the morning, I look at his belt I have on my dresser. I look at the empty side of the bed. This morning my eyes are puffy, again. This morning I think I can go through this day...but when night comes, I think too much.

Lord, give me the strength for another day. Todd, I miss you!