This is the poem that we put on the funeral pamphlet for Brad. I often find myself reading this with hope that there is truth in it. It is a beautiful poem and I hope that it brings a little bit of comfort for those like me who feel so lost.

I know that they say it gets worse before it gets better and I am experiencing that to the fullest. I find that sleeping is one of the battles I face. I cry and the pain is unbearable at night laying in the bed that we shared for four years. I feel alone although I have friends trying to hold me up but it is hard for them when I have no will to even stand. I am struggling at work because of the exhaustion of no sleep and the struggle I am having to even think about the daily responsibilities…