Decade.

Dear Father,

A fifteen year old girl watched that horrific day from the safety of a living room a continent away and still had nightmares for months.  Ten years later, I still don't understand.  I don't understand why.  I hate it.  I still have trouble sleeping at night if I think about it too much.  I just don't see it.

But someday I will.  Someday I will see the big picture and see the Greater Plan. Until then,

I will cry.
                                                   My heart will ache.
                     I will pray.

                            I will try to live my life like it's being stolen.

and I will watch this:

..... and cry some more.

Someday!  

Love Love Love.