A wasted day

It was probably a mistake for me to attend church yesterday. Pastor Young's sermon touched upon the events of New Year's Eve and Ed Wilson's death. Many of the people there started crying as a result. I did too, not because of Ed, but rather the memories of my lost family. After church, I came back home and just looked through photos of Madeleine and Susan the rest of the day. I was going to skip dinner, but I forced down some soup because I had already skipped lunch and was starving. The sermon did do one thing -- it caused me to open the Bible again for the first time outside of church since Madeleine's death. It brought little comfort, but it did help me go to sleep.