From the moment I heard the words..”I’m sorry he didn’t make it”…. I’ve never been the same. It felt like someone reached in and ripped a piece of my heart out , but somehow it continued to beat. I still went through the motions of each day. It felt like a bad dream that I wanted so bad to wake up from.
I wanted to rewind time and be able to walk into my 12 year old daughters bedroom and see her sleeping and then to my 17 year old daughters room and my final round to their 19 year old brothers room. My heart always felt so complete when I would make that round each night. My babies, they may not have looked that way, but to me they were my babies, my gifts from God.
Thankfully I still have my daughters… and through those two, I have learned to smile again. I thank God over and over for them.
If you’re just beginning this journey and you feel you will never smile again…I promise you will! Hold tight to God and family. That’s the most important things in life.
Until next time… traveling this journey with you.
Morning after mourning 