Empty Room Empty Heart
I carried the last item out of Frances' room this morning so that the carpet cleaner can come. As I walked through the doorway with the last box in hand an eerie feeling of emptiness swept over me. I teared up. I carried the box down the hall, set it down in the living room, and went back to the empty room.
As I walked into the empty room it was just that, an empty room. For the first time it wasn't Frances' room anymore, it was just an empty room; much like my heart isn't Frances' anymore, it's just empty. I stood there and bawled.
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I cannot imagine how difficult this is for you, and for the girls. Hopefully each day you will have joy among your sorrows.
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