Official video here , with Matthew West's story. (Written August 23, 2009) Four years ago I awoke to Dave's last breath. To questions that had no answers in my little girl's eyes. And I knew that my world was broken beyond repair. That the rift in my heart would remain. We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full. Marcel Proust Grief is like that. Sometimes, I can put it away. In my pocket. Out of sight. But like a child, it will not be ignored for long. It squirms and pokes and demands my focus. And if I persist in pretending it's gone, it will rise up, in a giant wave and sweep away everything. Everything but the tears sadness loss screams of a wounded soul. I find that the more it becomes part of me, the more I allow experience feel, the more whole I become. So I make friends with it. This force that has shaken me, and my children. It becomes part of the way I think. The way I tal...
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