Friday Flash: Except
There will come a day when you need the steadfast love of one whose been your rock A shoulder to lean on A listening ear When you turn to a hand to guide you Except to find … it isn’t there And you’re alone
There will come a day when you need the steadfast love of one whose been your rock A shoulder to lean on A listening ear When you turn to a hand to guide you Except to find … it isn’t there And you’re alone
“There’s an old saying about kids learning to walk, and “what if” they gave up the first time they fell (or any time before they became confident walkers, really).”
We live in a small town. It ranks as one of the “safest” in Virginia, year after year. Despite that, the truth about humanity struck here on Tuesday. A former college student shot and killed two Bridgewater College campus officers before taking off and leading officers from Bridgewater, VSP and surrounding localities on a man…
Grief. It is a fickle and funny “friend.” I have found in the years that follow the initial loss that it has ebbed and flowed. Sometimes an anchor, steadfast and strong, that threatens to capsize a ship in a storm. Other times it is a bright and sharp stab, a flash of lightning that sears…
A friend posted a copy of this picture the other day. It wrapped my heart in a cloak of sadness and sucked the breath right out of my lungs. I know that grief. That crushing weight, the one that clouds your mind and squeezes joy out of your heart. It finds you…when you expect it…
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