He’ll never hold my kids. He won’t see me get married. I won’t hear “Hey, sugar.”
He’ll never experience pain again. He can walk again. He can hear and see clearly.
I’m sad, sad, sad. But God is still good.
I can handle a lot. But posting pictures in a dirty mirror is where I have to draw the line. Do better, folks. At least you brush your teeth, but how do you miss the whole sink? What’s happening.
Had a student that absolutely refused to take off his hat in class (it’s policy). I told him he was going to end up with LeBron’s hairline if he didn’t stop wearing a hat all the time. He took it off.
Grief is weird bc instead of it getting better with time all u actually want is for nothing to move forward and to feel as stuck as possible to the time period before you lost them and every day that brings you further apart hurts more
Stadiums are cleared to house 100,000 people, but I can’t sit in a waiting room after having my temperature checked, sitting six feet apart, and wearing a mask?
We are cool with entertainment, but I can’t see my niece who is two and having her third surgery in two weeks? Wild.