Donathen my love,
I find myself thinking of the future. The future in this life. The future in the next life. Sometimes, it makes me feel better to know that I don't have long on this earth, relatively speaking. I think of when we can be in one an other's arms again. And the relief I will feel being held by you. I try not to think of all the time that I might have on earth without you. Living to 60,70 or 80 . I can't think about it. I don't. I think of what it will be like to see you and feel you and be with you again. What the next life might bring. It could be a pipe dream. No one is sure what exists afterwards, but I gain comfort thinking of a future time when we are as we used to be, only better.
I believe the Creator is a merciful one. So, I rest in that belief, and let things wash over me, and I try not to worry- where or how or if. It seems like your death was so long ago, and then, it seems like a week or two at most. But in fact it was a little more than 2 and a half months, and it feels like forever ago. And it is winter and I hate winter and I hate it even more now. But spring will come. Spring will definitely come, as it always has.
I find myself thinking of the future. The future in this life. The future in the next life. Sometimes, it makes me feel better to know that I don't have long on this earth, relatively speaking. I think of when we can be in one an other's arms again. And the relief I will feel being held by you. I try not to think of all the time that I might have on earth without you. Living to 60,70 or 80 . I can't think about it. I don't. I think of what it will be like to see you and feel you and be with you again. What the next life might bring. It could be a pipe dream. No one is sure what exists afterwards, but I gain comfort thinking of a future time when we are as we used to be, only better.
I believe the Creator is a merciful one. So, I rest in that belief, and let things wash over me, and I try not to worry- where or how or if. It seems like your death was so long ago, and then, it seems like a week or two at most. But in fact it was a little more than 2 and a half months, and it feels like forever ago. And it is winter and I hate winter and I hate it even more now. But spring will come. Spring will definitely come, as it always has.
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