Laying in bed , everytime I open my eyes I see my mom and her dad strangely on a boat taking my grandmothers ashes out to sea , I lost her to breast cancer in '08 yet all ofer my house are things that to other people are just stuff,because they don't have the good memories invested in those things ,you keep them with you there is no death in a loving heart ,and i call her my mom she adopted me but she was my second mom,we have to consider ourselves blessed to not just have one mother or father , many people don't even get one ,so I know it's hard and it's an uphill fight but live your life to honor the man that gave you so much hand down a legacy of love and hope to someone else , just as you have recieved ,make it a new tradition!
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