Promises… full of hope, yet full of angst …Promises I’ve got you… the promise I heard while sitting with my dying Randy …I’ve got you The angst… deep emptiness that accompanies me, with me asking do you really got me God, because I wither. How long? How? When? What? Why? Where? …The angst Sarah andContinue reading “Promises”
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The Survivor 