Remember that God
loves you, I whispered, as I brushed her hair.
I know, she said. I know.
And we both cried a little because no one knows when the
last goodbye will be said.
It started to rain when I left the cover of that place and I
didn’t even care—just let those thin drops run down my face and wash me clean.
This is my day 13 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their
passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I
promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to
the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place.
She’s the hostess with the mostest.
7 comments:
Okay, you left me hanging there. My mind is going wild with questions. Are you going to tell us more? Or did I already miss something?
such depth... and tears mixed with rain?
Was wondering the same thing! (great photo capture)
No one knows when the
last goodbye will be said... powerful reminder!
Such wonder indeed!
I know this place. xox
goodbyes never ever cease to be painful. i know. i've said far too many farewells ...
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