Everyday the band aide that begins to heal my heart is ripped off. As approaching holidays draw near, my memories are flooded with the fight you endured your last few months on earth. Each day is harder, to stay focused on the task at hand. I am concerned that the tunnel of grief is pulling me in. The emptiness is real and raw. I can only ask, where are you God? Its me your faithful servant, please help me pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. 💜👼🙏
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 03:32:28 +0000
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