It's the Day
It's the day I dread 364 days of the year.
The day that makes my heart feel like it's in a vice. And the squeezing feeling is unbearable. And it hurts to breathe.
The day that turns my stomach into one giant knot.
It's the anniversary of the worst day of my life.
It's the reminder of this day that made me sob on a recent five-miler in the middle of nowhere. Just me, bawling my eyes out, as I ran down the road. All alone. Without a single witness.
Seven years. My sweet Kristen. Much too long.
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So very sorry.
Know that I am right there with you today.
((((Hugs))))
When my Mom passed I thought I would never recover from it, but I did. There is a scripture in Jeremiah that gives me comfort during that time and I will share it with you:
"To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified" (Isa. 61:3).
I clung heavily to that verse for quite a while!
(((Hugs)))
Lisa