They each have their way.
I try some yoga out on the deck.
OK time to go to sleep.
I listen to the songs that teach me about myself,
that help me grow strong and true.
I write so I can be alive and so my life has meaning.
I cry not just for my fathers loss,
but for the love and grace that has been shown to me.
The sky is so beautiful it hurts my heart physically
My heart is being surgically put back together.
After all the grief, my heart will be whole.
Stronger than life and able to shoe that love to others.
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