Popp!nTalk
Tomorrow is a beautiful gift to her that she couldn’t wait to cherish, just as she cherished tonight: sitting in the side yard against the concrete wall beneath the Junebugs dancing in the glow of that streetlamp and talking about everything under the moon with the person she loved the very very most.
…Under the dancing Junebugs of this and every July starry night.
Nothing gone from here is gone forever. We’re making our way to exactly where all the ones we love and miss have arrived to.
They are there at the home we are all going to… and we’ll be there forever all together with no more goodbyes or shattered lives or broken hearts 💛🩵
Here is some truth that I hope is a balm that brings encouragement to your hurting heart ❤️ …
…and tips on grief. …Your grief is normal 💙❤
Personal experience either says “love hurts” or “love is great!” what is love to you and what is love truly? How do you tell what true love is and what do you do when it seems to just keep failing?
A reflection on love 💙
Letting God know, is how to lay our strivings to rest.
The echoes of long ago: laughter and beauty. Where have they gone? Faded into oblivion.
Loss of any beautiful thing is a sorrowful and miserable thing.
There is no bridge to the past,
just a wide open gap. A gorge; hungry for time.
You can stand at the edge and stare out, but you can never reach the other bank.
those voices become faraway echoes or taunting whispers, but their faces are too far away to see; their smile is burned in your mind, but you can’t remember all the flecks in their eyes.
…Time is a thief of all beautiful and good things.
Is it?
Where is hope? You feel like all you do is lose these days, eh? I understand that feeling all too well, so I hope I’m able to offer you a little bit of strength today.
All we have left to do is stand, so let us stand.💙
Oh, little martyrs of witness
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