One girl just came home from a 12 hour shift at a local hospital, and other two left for work in the school they attended. It is snowing again. Strange weather to say the least. (HAARP weather) I'm soon off to buy a cake, since my now youngest turns 24. Oh, how memorable it would be if Deborah was here as well. Many days go by in silence. To talk is too painful. Again, we are invited to a survivor's pot luck in early March at the Funeral Home. Do I want to go, no, but likely I will to support the other families.
Since my opening paragraph we celebrated my daughter Sarah's birthday. We had not only cake, but apple pie, a fruit platter, and sparkling apple cider. We played games, and tried to have an upbeat time together. Today, is the big let down followed.
I'm realizing that the next birthday we should be celebrating is Deborah's on March 14. She would have been 22 yrs old, a young woman by now. I am really sad now. The feelings of sadness is only magnified.
A piece of my heart is missing, as well as an appendage. I am walking maimed daily. Jesus was right when He said that we will fast and long for the Bridegroom when he is gone. Has time made things easier. No. I don't know how we will manage to go through this dessert. I feel I am still walking around in a circle, not getting anywhere, just like the Isrelites did for 40 years.
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