The thing is, all the hard times, everything that stretched me, all the things I had to work for to try and love you and get through to you and make you feel loved- all those things were good for me. All that work was good for me. You were good for me. My relationship with God got better from being with you. Part of me would love to just say bad things. I would like to say that it was awful and that you were terrible and that the time was a waste... but I can't. You are beautiful and amazing. You are kind and compassionate. It still hurts that you left. It hurts because I lost something good. It hurts because there was something to lose. And good reasons are good both to have and to know and to be able to explain.

And all was dark that day
And we could not see the sun
And death walked among us
And we were furious in our tears
We were angry in our heartache
May God protect them if we ever find them
May God grant us forgiving hearts.