Sunday night I watched my sweetheart cry tears of sadness for those who come to see him, for the decisions they are making, for the consequences they are choosing not only for themselves but also for their posterity, possibly for generations to come. It broke his heart. Sunday was what he called one of his bad days.
He has been a Bishop for 3 months now, and I guess it's the first time I have seen the weight and burden that he carries. He rarely brings it home - doing most of his business at church or during the day at work before he comes home. He loves his counsellors and what they do for him, unfortunately there are some things he must do alone. And all I can do his hug him :( .
