How long do you think it takes until something different because the new normal?
How long do you think it takes for the deep wound on a heart to turn into a thick red scar?
When I wake and remember...she is gone, it seems crazy. Absolutely nuts.
She taught me about heaven and now she's experiencing it. Surreal.
I don't want this to be the new normal. I don't want the wound on my heart to heal and become thick. Toughened with time.
But time keeps passing...
We all have to go on and she keeps slipping father into heaven.
I keep thinking, why did she have to die? What are we supposed to learn from this? Why do we learn at such a high price?