Eleven Years came and went. This picture makes me sad. What hopes and dreams I had.
If a person could die of a broken heart, I would. There is only one thing on this earth that would compel a person to go on, to get back up every time the world crashes down upon you.
Love. To truly love.
And sometimes that is not enough.
I can't bear to think of the future, what is going to happen and the pain that I cannot protect my children from. Heartache that feels like it will never end.
Something that could be gone in an instant with the smallest gesture, but the priceless gift, love.
I see my children's tears and the heartache continues forever. But when I see their faces and their smiles love overshadows so much. I know that my purpose here is them.
At the end of each day I have no idea how I am going to make it through tomorrow. Right now I have nothing left. I gave more than I had to lose, and now I am left trying to make up the difference.
I don't know how I will get up. I only know why.
Love.
