This was what set me off into a crying fit the other night. Do you see it?
I knew this one would be hard. The first fishing trip without Trent and the first fish fry without Trent.
I'm gonna cry, cry, cry until one day, one day it will all be made right and there won't be anymore tears to cry.
I saw some stinkin' wildlife/bow-hunting magazine again today, and my first thought is always that we should get that for Trent. Then I remember. I hate firsts... And that may have been one of your toughest. Praying for you.
ReplyDeleteI am truly sorry my friend! Thinking and praying for you often!
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