I don’t want to which is why I am going to.

I don’t want to do this week.

Which is why I am starting it.

I don’t want to walk through this week, pretending to look forward to Year 7 of mom’s birthday, without mom.

Which is why I am going to walk, this morning, talk to mom and love her in this, my new normal, without her.

Fresh hell.

Yet, my heart is filled with joy.

Why?

Because, I am alive.

Still.

Even when it hurts.

Especially when it hurts.

It’s supposed to storm again, all morning.

Just as well.

Heaven can add it’s tears, to mine.

Usually, I walk for folk who just can’t walk for whatever reason.

This morning, I walk for me.

I am not strong.

Mom, I simply do not know if I can do THIS day without you…

trying,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: ❤️‍🩹

• THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
• COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️‍🩹
• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
• Still In Love