Family First Fridays: Moving Past the Pain
There won't be many words to share today. There aren't many words to express the pain of a child dying. My cousin was only 18, so very much a child in my eyes. We walk through life rightfully assuming we're going return to our warm home at the end of the day. We need this assumption to function daily. I don't believe the human heart could handle the idea of knowing when Death would visit. I wake up praying for sanity, safety, and God's grace. I end the day with the same prayer.
If there is anything to be said, hug your loved one just a little tighter today.