One year ago today my life ended. All of my dreams, goals, achievements, and history stopped. It was "game over"; count it up and see who won.

But there was no winner. And it wasn't just a game. It was real life, and it was done. Time ended and the chapters were complete.

Life is full of mysteries and so is death. Often it is hard to make sense of it all. There are so many questions. Things seem so upside-down.

It is dark and cold down here. I feel so all alone. It seems so incomplete. What was the point of it all?

Then I see you with our children, and with our friends. I remember how much fun we had together, and how exciting life was. I see you laughing, smiling, and carefree.

I am so happy you have gone on and found healing, and that you are free of my trials now. It is so wonderful to see how you are continuing to make your mark.

I am falling behind though. I am stuck here in the cemetery. I am so alone and depressed. I miss you so much. This just isn't what I thought life after death would look like.

Can this be real? It seems so backwards. You are the one who lives and I am the one who has died; but I have a pulse and you are in the ground!

Let me learn by your example dear. Help me stand and find life after death. Breathe into me your vitality and history. And help me catch up so I am not left here behind.

Let's both live on in what is truly life eternal.