How far down that road do you really want to go?

Recently I reconnected with one of those people who, I just found out, recently lost her mother. Which, of course, immediately made me think of my father, who died in 1989.
I was compelled to express to her that it would all eventually get better, and I believe it will.
Looking at a picture of my dad can still make me cry. It doesn't rip my heart out like it used to but it still effects me.
1 comment:
I know the day will come when I do have to face the loss of my Mom aad Dad... I just can't even go there...God Bless ya
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