A Memorial Day with Grandpop
It’s that part of him that lives in me. That part of us that refuses to die.
It’s that part of him that lives in me. That part of us that refuses to die.
When you stop being the fixer you can truly love someone with all of you, and not just the part of you carrying the toolbox.
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
My friend you ask such a wonderful question! Let me try to answer you in the only way I can. Let’s be still for a moment…