I didn't plan to face making a tribute for him for some time. But then I started feeling this incredible need to have something that showed what an amazing, precious, gentle, beloved soul he was. I prayed for guidance to help me, to let me find the pieces and put them together to make it worthy of him, to show both his inner and outer beauty.
I feel like I'll never stop crying again, that this sick hurt feeling will never stop. I wish I could just feel nothing for awhile, that I could just have a blank mind for awhile for a little reprieve, but I just can't get that. Not right now.
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