The thing which we knew was coming, the end we have been preparing for, is coming. It took longer than we expected, and is happening faster than we want.
I pray for peace. For her, and for him, and for my momma and for my aunts. For us all. I am grateful for time. For the love I get to see surrounding this apartment, for the love I know she feels.
Sometime soon I am going to cry. Crying is good for the soul, right?