Password With God
But sometimes I feel him here, or I think I hear him, or sometimes I expect him to come through the door from work or if I look up, I expect him to be standing there doing whatever he used to do. I don't know. It's been really hard. And every day I fight the good fight. I tell myself, you have to keep going because people need you
And does that mean that he's okay? I just was flabbergasted or I don't know if that's the word or I didn't know what to do, but I don't know. I feel a little bit better. I mean, I don't really feel better because I still miss him so much that I can't breathe some sometimes. But on the same token, I think that he's okay. And he was telling me that he's okay
I'm a little desensitized to the death thing. I can't give you. Talk to what you're saying, though, about God and about if people are all right. The last three years have been pretty difficult. I let my grandfather go, who was technically my father. He raised me. He was an elderly gentleman when he went. He died just before the pandemic started. He died in hospice care. It was complications from surgery that he had. It wasn't Covid that got him