It was springtime the last time you were here. It was springtime the last time I felt your skin against mine. You’re not gone. Just not home. I miss you. What happens next? I just don’t know.
I pray for your strength. I pray for the day you get to come back to me. I pray you don’t give up and that you fight this weakness that tries to break you.
Thinking too much brings tears. Worry is constant. I just don’t know what’s next. God help us. Help me.
When will this craziness end? It’s been so long. Far too long.
It’s like I’ve been living a different life. Because I have. So different. I’m thankful for the girls. They help so much. I’m thankful for friends who reach out and care about us.
Music has been here to help. She would have been here anyway, but right now she is my friend. And this friend has kept me sane.
Please God help me to know it will be okay. Because it was spring time the last time he was here in my arms.
And it’s autumn now.
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