Tanya

I relate to this and I hate that I do. I'm still pissed and I know I shouldn't be. Intellectually I know we all have to die eventually. Religiously, I know that sometimes God says no. But the look on my mom's face? That said there's no one there to meet her. That it's all been a lie. That is what breaks my fucking heart. I miss my blind faith. I mourn it. Grieve it. Oh, Lord.