Mannnn.... I am bugging. .. I don't think there ever are enough memories, I don't think there ever is enough love. Most importantly, I don't ever think there will be enough time, or enough goodbyes.
You know, the one text I've been preparing myself for, i never could have been fully prepared for the outcome. The text that read, your dad is in icu, made my mood change QUICK, the clouds couldn't have been more cloudy....... Eyes full of tears, as I recklessly speed to Henry Ford, bfield. I didn't know what to expect, what to think, how to feel... All I could think was, no, Lord... Please, not now... Not that burden. How selfish am I? I'm not ready to bid my final farewells. Never mind the fact my dad has been in the fight of his life for the past 6 years. I'm not ready to say bye, not now... Not like this. My life is still a mess. I need more time, the one thing that is not promised, or guaranteed to anyone. Place ANY burden on me... But NOT this Lord.
Let him make it through the night, ...
Scared prayers from earth.
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Me
"And the world keeps spinning" ... 🌎
