As we descend from amongst
the clouds and I see the snow frosted peaks cascading into the blanket of
barren brown land below, my heart is made heavy. I want it back.
He was killed descending
into a mountainous land. His plane crashed and burst into flames. A million
pieces scattered on the dry land below. A million pieces of my heart broken. A
million smiles and moments of laughter lost.
There
is no going back. I must move forward.
Be courageous little girl.
You are a grown woman now. You have opportunities and love and life to be lived
out. Move those heavy feet and tired soul, you will be renewed. You will find
the strength to move on when you take that first step.
The plane lands and I
reluctantly step out onto the brown soil below. A new day. A new beginning.
Another chance at life. Another opportunity for smiles and laughter and new
love.
beautifully written. thank you for sharing your personal journey.
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