8 months of empty arms.
8 months of hidden tears.
8 months of unanswered questions.
8 months of guilt, sadness, frustration, anger.
It has been 8 months, and some days I feel as empty in my gut as my arms are empty, aching.
I came across a song today "This is the Stuff" by Francesca Battistelli
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is my plan, to do what I can to focus on my blessings. To not just remember Ryan in sadness, but to remember the blessing of holding him in this live with the promise of the next.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff you use
8 months of hidden tears.
8 months of unanswered questions.
8 months of guilt, sadness, frustration, anger.
It has been 8 months, and some days I feel as empty in my gut as my arms are empty, aching.
I came across a song today "This is the Stuff" by Francesca Battistelli
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is my plan, to do what I can to focus on my blessings. To not just remember Ryan in sadness, but to remember the blessing of holding him in this live with the promise of the next.
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff you use
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