In a tragic instant in 1998, my relatively normal world as a mature man, family provider and wage earner, Christian, husband, and father changed drastically, but also, my God changed (or at least my perceptions and expectations of God and life in general were severely shaken). The world I went to bed with was not the world I awakened to early the next morning to learn that my only daughter was dead! The emotions that engulfed me were then and are to this day unfathomable--emotions, pain, doubt, anger, and many other religious and interpersonal struggles that I've called bitter grief.The faith and religion that I had depended on and expected to provide strength, understanding, and comfort for most of my fifty-four years in such a situation were now very quickly major parts of my problem. Simplistic efforts to console and explain, to ease my pain, to answer my questions, just angered me and aggravated my bewilderment. Eventually, this book emerged at first from the relentless conflagration of emotions and distress that first started their expression as a journal stressing my need for meaningful support and empathy following the open surprise, bewilderment, and guilt-ridden feelings of divine betrayal that gripped me after my only daughter was killed in a tragic one-vehicle accident. The total impact that my daughter's death had on me was finally confirmed sixteen years later following the unexpected death of my eldest son.This book recalls and reflects my personal experiences of dealing with bitter grief and, as a whole, describes my feelings, actions, and even my very questionable thinking from that traumatic beginning (the sometimes dark and unthinkable emotions and reasoning that followed my child's death)--not as I had expected that I should have or would have felt or thought, but as I actually did feel and think--triggering the overwhelming need to ask endless questions and then seek to understand. I had to ask and continue to ask why until I understood well enough to again be at peace with God!Why is perhaps the most fundamental question of life? Why does anything exist? And especially, Why does life exist? If there is a Creator God who loves us, why do pain and suffering exist? And I now realized that if one's religion and faith don't satisfactorily address the problem of severe human suffering and horrific tragedy, then they must lack the capacity to interpret the human experience or to provide a realistic or adequate world view. Thus, I had to a