our understanding.
our knowledge.
Preserve every piece of sensory (voice, doodles, scents, some piece of his clothing or a pillow he slept on). You probably already have.
Take some dirt from within the grave. You'll want to be as close as you can get.
Isaiah 65: 24, 25
And prayerfully, 823 days from now the following will make sense. It won't right now.
In times of sorrow--
LOVE heals.
SERVICE restores.
HOPE comforts.
God be with you all on your journey.
And Mom, if you ever want to talk without talking, I have some narratives within the archives.
Monday, November 06, 2006
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