Broken

Broken

Broken

Today, I feel broken. I feel like given up. Most days I feel like I have no one to turn to. No one that will understand this pain. The pain is crushing, and I feel like I have no hope. I can’t pick up the phone to call you, and ask you how you are doing. The hurt is deep. I don’t have my mommy anymore and that crushes me. Yes, I know, I hear it all the time, “Stay Positive”, But truthfully, that’s easier said than done. How can I be positive when I’m missing the one person that I have been with since I entered this world? How can I be positive when I feel tormented with this pain?

I guess the answers I find are in a simple prayer. I pray that God gives me strength beyond measure, strength to endure this grief that comes when I’m settled in my thoughts. I do find some comfort in knowing that you suffer no more, that your spirit lives on, and that you truly guide us. Beyond the grave, you walk with your savior, I know this because you had an unshakable faith; no matter what life cast your way.

P.S. Mom, can you hear me? Can you come back to us, PLEASE?

Oh Mama Dear!

Oh Mama Dear!

At any moment.....It can happen!

At any moment.....It can happen!