The news we were given dropped me to the floor,
The unknown is what seems to haunt me more.
I look to Heaven for an answer from above,
The silence is deafening, yet I'm grateful for Dom’s love.
I wonder every day why this is happening to us,
Picking him up off of the floor is so very unjust.
I’m drowning in sorrow and fighting for air,
An anchor of worry, my prison of despair.
I think how unfair with every single thought,
Why is this happening to him, but then think, WHY NOT?