My wife and I hold on to each other, because in this deluge of pain and sorrow we are both grasping for a rock to steady us, a rock that will keep us from drowning.
For the briefest of moments the feeling begins in your heart, but quickly moves down to your legs. It isn't weakness. it isn't numbness. It's as if your legs are no longer your legs. It's as if your legs are the final tethers holding your soul to earth. Tethers that your soul is desperately trying to free themselves from. Each step becomes harder and lighter because your body remains on earth and your soul is trying to be somewhere else, anywhere else but here.