Very rarely do I find myself driving on a highway with no traffic. On this particularly gray day the road ahead of me was empty. As I looked ahead and realized how alone I was and how colorless the world looked I felt the familiar ache start in my chest, the lump grow in my throat and tears form in my eyes. This empty stretch of highway, this colorless day represented how the death of my son has changed my world. How empty, alone, lonely and colorless my life feels without him. The weeds had taken hold.
Driving Through the Weeds