I may share this again and again.
Over and over, this is what grief looks like.
It’s de’ja vu, except some of the details don’t match up right.
It’s thinking things are the same, but realizing someone is missing.
That sinking feeling that normal will never come back.
A painful reminder that your child—that MY child— never lived here, in this time or space.
It’s walking by a memory and having to shake the cobwebs from your brain.
Then struggling to remember if you have a lingering memory of this spot/this place/this moment together.
Yes life keeps going, I keep going, moving further and further away from the memories yet closer and closer to a heavenly reunion with Millie.
The signs of heaven seem closer then ever...
...I am ready!
Except I often pray “Lord, tarry long enough to see my family come to salvation. “
I have just one child in heaven.
But I still have 8 others here that I pray over, plus all our grandchildren. Can you imagine the glorious heavenly reunion?
Until that day, I pray without ceasing. .
~Because of Millie
Blessings sweet friends…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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