Every year, I tell myself that this day will get easier.
Every year, I tell myself that this isn't a day that needs to be remembered.
Every year, I tell myself that she is better off in Heaven instead of being here with me.
It hasn't gotten easier.
I remember this day every year.
And I still wish she was here with me instead of being in Heaven.
1 thoughtful comments:
I cannot imagine your lost or your broken heart but know that she walks with you every minute of every day. The promise of eternal life is amazing. Love and hugs.
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