So I ask if he feels breathless or faint or anything. He says, “No, it is just a big feeling. One of those crazy backed up against the wall feelings, where every position hurts.” He says he’s had them a lot lately. Feelings like now there is no one left, besides each other and Aunt Delle. But she is old and she has Jesus. And we’ve been too busy for Jesus. “That big feeling you’re talking about,” I say. “I think its grief. Loss.”
