10 years passed really fast, i have to say. In a blink of an eye, its already 10 years. Alot has happened. Alot of tears, alot of quarrels, alot of good times, alot of being there for each other. Three of us are doing fine. We talk alot about you.
I am sure the three of us have our secret conversations with you without us realizing or mentioning it to each other.
When you lose someone, you don't lose them completely. The memory is there to remind us what a wonderful person you have been and will always be.
It was really hard at first. But life goes on.
There an addition to the family as well. Sometimes i think to myself, when they look at your picture, it seems like they are having this silent conversation with you. They greet you when they first step in the house. They bid you goodbye when they are leaving the house.
I am sure you know what is happening in each of our lives right now. And i do know, you are watching us from above.
God Saw You Getting Tired
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around you,and whispered, "come to me."
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
The Broken Chain
Little did we know that very early morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly;in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
Rest In Peace, Daddy. Until we meet again.
Peri-menopause
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I'm wondering if men would have the same pre-menopause symptoms like we
women have.
It's unbelievably out-of-this-world symptoms I would say.
I am struggl...
2 weeks ago
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