It’s the strangest sensation, losing someone you love. Some days, you’re numb to it and continue life as if nothing had happened. Some days, it feels like a brand new wound being opened. Sometimes you can keep your head and other times you just lose it. Sometimes the pain causes you to be withdrawn, introspective, and perhaps even a little bit depressed, but it’s in those times that the greatest of all comforts comes in the strangest of ways; playing a little music, a simple pat on the back, a kind word. Praise be to my Anchor for holding firm, my Comforter for dispelling my despair, and my Savior for securing our reunion.