If hearts could talk...
If hearts could talk rather then simply break for you, it could have told you what I saw this week
It saw a young girl, desperate to do something,
anything to help mom...her eyes followed your every move.. ready to step in and shoulder a burden..
It saw family and friends who knew a young mans weaknesses and loved him deeply.. It saw family and friends who saw a young mans love and devotion to his family and they admired him greatly.. It saw family and friends who were all left,
too soon.
It saw an entire room of men turn to-wards the door in despair at a child's anguished cry that 'I want my dad' even as she helped bring her dad to his final rest.
It saw beauty and strength in your grief, yet that heart breaks because it knows the weak moments must come. It wants you to know it's okay to show this heart the weakest moments..
It saw a man of integrity. It saw a man of human frailty, who in the most trying of life's moments, managed to stay focused on his soul..
It saw that you are his soul...and that can never leave you..
Atta girl, shell... you
done him proud..
