I fought the urge to wreck the place.
Tears streamed down my face, blurring the decorations I’d put up for Daddy. Presents taunted me from under the tree.
It’s late January now. There will be no welcome home from the hospital, no belated Christmas celebrations… Those gifts won’t be opened.
Alyce Clark was so awed and inspired by the stories of others, she decided to write them for herself.
this reaches deep within me. thank you.
Raw Emotions Cemented in Print
This truly touched my heart. The hardest times are the holidays.
Very touching story. Great post!
It’s impressive how much emotion you conveyed in just 50 words, not only from the writer but for the reader.
I can empathize with your loss we both miss him so much. And I am hoping the best for you and your family and remember that the sky is not the limit and we are in your corner all the way. And I love you to the Moon and back. And I am here for you when you need me.
Hallelujah!!!You captured every ounce of energy out of those 50 words. POWERFUL!!!!
It’s loving and respectful the way you express what your heart feels. In a few words, you communicate a magnitude of meaning to love and loss. Continue to use God’s gift of writing.
Thank you for your comments- much appreciated!