Grief has pretty much decimated my faith. I’ve gone from being somebody who really did believe, to somebody who isn’t sure, and quite frankly finds it difficult to care whether there’s a God or not. The odd thing is, although I’m not sure I believe in a God at this point (may change when the fog lifts) I still want to believe, have to believe, that Kim made it to some place which must be far better than here. (Or maybe that’s what I try and kid myself when I start to wonder ‘Why?’, the one question to which there is no answer as yet.)
Well, there is an answer, and it’s logical to those outside the situation, but I still find it tough to believe that it was taken that far. Why in the world would somebody want to do that in that way?