Jan. 15, 2008–a loss more than words. But I am thankful there is a bright beyond.
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This is very moving.
I miss him. He was a rock to me.
I know, Sweetie. Life hurts. Better days are comin’! ~0:-*
Yes.
This is a touching post. Sorry for your loss.
Thank you. It is hard to lose someone you love, and in some ways I feel I have also lost my mom because dementia is reframing the person she was.
I know, Lilly. My Dear Mom lived with Dementia for 15 years. She went home nine days before her 99th Birthday on September 14, 2011. She was a wonderful and sweet lady and I miss her every day! I know she is with our Lord and I so look forward to the time I will be with her once again! Love you.
Oh, that must have been hard.
I had no idea. This is so hard. I know because I have been there too.
Just life, I guess, but it isn’t easy when he was one of my biggest fans.
Thankful for the bright beyond………………..me too!
Loss eventually unites us all, nice to think of the brightness in the dark. A touching personal post.
Thank you. Yes, regardless of differences, we have a touchpoint where suffering intersects.