A word of appreciation to about a dozen of you

Thank you for writing those posts ... the ones where you wrote about feeling grief picking you up in its jaws and shaking you like a terrier shakes a rat; how, with your last breath, you breathed a prayer and were strengthened. In your own unique way, you used words in which you conveyed the awful loneliness you felt, the sense of loss and dread combining into a kind of stunned feeling when contemplating the future, too frightened and tired to even be able to assemble your feelings. But you prayed, and typed out enough words about your situation, and why you needed to pray, to be able to sleep. I prayed with you, and for myself. And I was comforted, because I no longer felt so alone. Thank you for your honesty, and for sharing.