Three days ago was the 3 year anniversary of losing my husband of 21 years. Today is his birthday – he would be turning 58. Today is Father’s Day. My daughter is a light in my life and I wish she had her father. I live with my father now. He can’t remember me most of the time. Happy Father’s Day!
David is so supportive, I love him and appreciate him.
She looked out the window as the rain poured from the sky. The past few weeks had been a terrible drought so the rain was very welcome. She believed in God, a god, and felt that the rain coming down on a night like today was a symbol of courage, some sort of sign that God had been listening to them. She thought of the history of her hometown and how the people who lived here still believed in faith. Not a week had gone by, nor had any resident ever let an occasion slide by, without giving thanks for all they had. In the end, wasn’t it an onslaught of prayer and belief by the people who taught the younger generations the rights and wrongs of life here?