Death means they are with you, always.
“I just want him to be proud of me.” They are words I think to myself often. It’s been one month since my father passed away.
“I just want him to be proud of me.” They are words I think to myself often. It’s been one month since my father passed away.
It won’t always be this way. I’m whispering it to you. I’m whispering it to me.
I’m too different from other Christian women. It’s a belief that has replayed over and over in my mind.