I’m beginning to learn those stories about losing people from your past actually do come true. It’s hard when that reality hits on that one day. The one day you wish they could all be there. But only the ones I can count on my fingers are there. But I couldn’t count those fingers because God was too busy holding my hand. I love you, Lord. Time can keep passing by but you always remain.
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