The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
Derek and I were like two weather fronts that collided in the night. On that first night the resulting storm was full of heat and electricity. It continued for the first ten years of our marriage until something out of our control happened. He died. He left me alone. Had I know what alone really felt like I probably would have never invited him in that first night. I would have avoided the rapture. I would have…