A River of Grief
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"My soul and heart ache for you. I long to smell the scent of your hair, to touch the warmth of your skin. I wish I could call your name and you would run in my room and respond, 'Ma'am?' I miss you so much. No one should have to carry this ache in their bones. This grief is a heavy cloak, suffocating me. I'm exhausted, my spirit weary. I haven't truly rested in a long while, and the toll it takes is immeasurable. My birthday approaches, a stark reminder of the time that has passed, a time you will never share. God, why? After all of this, I still have no answers. Was I supposed to learn something? Can I get a redo? Why not take me instead? Why give me five years and then take it all away? There is no amount of therapy, shock treatment, or medications that can dull this ache, this constant undercurrent of grief. It's not fair. I don't want to feel like this anymore. This love, a river overflowing its banks, has nowhere to flow. How do I go on now?"
I’ll walk with you and the Lord and figure out life minute by minute, second by second! I love you my precious babygirl!!!! I wish I could heal. I’ve asked for answers to those questions for you but in those times of suffocation and drowning you are being surrounded and consumed in love cause Death where is your sting?
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