The Days are Getting Closer
My heart is hurting, my face is sad. No matter how much I try to smile it only last for a short while.
The day is gettin close I can smell it in the air. He has started all the treatments, he has last all his hair.He calls me on the phone late at night and as me what to do. The only thing I know to say is that" God will get us threw".
He worries about the family and how each one will react. He worries about if he will wake up when he lays down to take a nap.
He doesn't want to be a burdn to anyone, but he wonders if when he goes, will we forgrt his wife and son?
He shares his secrets with me about how it hurts so deep in side and doesnt even relize , that what he tells me make me crazy deep in side.I tell myself in mind and my soul that this is all wrong we should not cry. We should be happy for he will have a home way up high.
The days are getting close the time is gettin short I just ask for all the pepole that read this pray for him and be here to be my support.
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