Here we go again more loss knocking at your door.
Just when you didn’t think you couldn’t take much more.
Loss, grief, death…it all means the same.
They left and you are here to remain.
Why does it seem death comes more to some than others?
Sisters, grandmas, sons and mothers.
With each loss you’d think you would become immune.
But the cries coming from your heart carry the same sad tune.
I wish I had answer for you, something concrete.
But really none of us will truly understand until we fall at His feet.
And when that blessed day arrives…
He’s gonna show us the answer to each of those lost lives.
And while your mama dances with Jesus in the big blue sky.
Try to remember that this is see ya later…not goodbye.
In Loving Memory of Florence 1936-2019