Days like this.

Please don’t go…

I need you forever and I need you to stay.

Heaven please!


Just as life cannot be purchased; So also, death cannot be bribed… 

Can you see through the tears? 😔


Goodbye is the saddest word I’ll ever hear. 😢😢😢

*I’m weird because I hate goodbyes. 

This piece is dedicated to my brothers and sisters (by heart) that may have lost a loved one.


When you left, a piece of me died. 

Touch my soul. Hold it tight.

Death is inevitable. And as much as we try, it is impossible to wrap our heads around the “afterlife” but we can find solace in God’s word;  knowing that someday we will meet to part no more.


Feet don’t fail me now. Take me to the finish line. 💔

Don’t let me fall…

It is often believed that our loved ones passed, watch over us from above. They are supposedly protecting us and guiding us down the right path. In a sense, they are actually never really gone. They have only become invisible.

What if I lose it all?

My back up plan in life has always and will always be the people I love. I feel settled knowing that regardless of what happens, I have people to uplift me. I cannot imagine a life without that security.

Drown my fears…

I am more anxious than most. Confusion is nothing new. The finality of death plagues me. I worry about where we would all end up and if our souls would remember our earthly relationships.

I know its hard sometimes and you can get discouraged; but I know that you will be alright. This is because you’re still here…


Death is an endless and unknown journey. We take comfort in knowing that the departed live through their loved ones. Their bodies may have turned to dust but the memories of them remains.


What’s my hand without your heart to hold? 

I don’t know who I am without you.

I have watched the transitions of people that lost a loved one; most especially those that lose a parent or both. Some lose theirselves in grief and they are hardly ever the same again.

It is heartbreaking. It is painful to see and excruciating to feel.

My parents are orphans. Ever so often they speak of their parents. It is the little things they did; be it how they used to smile, laugh or walk.

For a brief moment, a smile forms on their lips as they take pleasure in the beautiful remembrance of the beloved after which pain follows.

The pain never seems to be completely erased but knowing that they lived and impacted their lives positively whole on earth does suppress the grief.

It is never easy adjusting from “what was” to “what is“. No one expects you to forget the deceased completely so it is alright to feel the pain of their loss.


Life can get stormy, we have to continuously fight for the right to be happy.

If we can see death as more of a transition than a loss then there will be light where there was darkness and joy where there was pain knowing they are in a much better place far from pain and worries.


If you need someone to care… I’ll be here 💑

If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me; time after time. 💑


For you, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do. 💞


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