Thursday, January 29, 2015

Psalm 116:15
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his faithful servants.
I still have no words.  The pain takes your breath away.  Literally.   There will be a time I can read your messages, talk with you, leave the safety net of my house, etc.  Not now.  Not yet.  I have to relearn how to breathe.  Just to breathe.  I thank you for your deep love for my daughter.  I mean that from every fiber of my being.  I would love to read how her life impacted yours.  I want to remember that.  I need to know that.  Please inbox me your story with a photo.

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