Sometimes we walk in the valley of the shadow of death and it just doesn't feel like the Lord is near.
My son last night said something like this:
I just want to talk to Oma. I don't even need to see her, I just need to talk to her and now I won't until I die and that is just too long. I don't want to die, I want to stay living, but sometimes I want to die so that I can see her.
Every night we have a similar conversation at bed time.
We pray. I quote scripture to console him, but he wants her back at our home, cooking him breakfast, taking him to school and most of all listening to him ... which I am sorry to say I fall miserably short on.
Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord have mercy.