Since my father left for heaven I only pray to him. He has become my middleman to The higher ups in the higher up.
I quoted a man today who was probably sad when it was written, but I’ve used it to define my grief of those lost as a celebration.
My loved ones may not physically put there arms around me anymore, but they are touching my soul with faithful energy. Pushing me to be better, seeing my good days and supporting the bad days..... it works for me...
The sun is making a visit to Chicagoland for the first time in awhile and as we crawl towards the end of February the promise of Springs rebirth is in reach!