3am. Awake. I woke up dreaming about her. I can’t stop thinking of her. I picture her in my head. Her sweet face. Her beautiful expressive eyes. Her long eyelashes. Her chubby arms. I can still feel her soft skin. Her downy red hair. I can’t believe she’s gone. Numb.
I keep playing her death in my head. Her final moments are so vivid.
thinking of you, val. hugs.
ReplyDeletePraying for you sweet friend. What a beautiful sweet face! I wish you could hold her right now. Praying Jesus holds you until you can.
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