My world came crashing down.
And I’ve been rebuilding it ever since.
Today, the first thing I see is this:
Written by my oldest grandson. He loves his Papa still. He always will.
Reading this first thing this morning….I’ve been struggling all day. The other 364 days…….? I’m doing much better.
But not today.
And I can have that. Because I miss him and will till the day I die.
I own it.
I’ll grieve in my own way.