Only Memories


I miss you every hour of every day, thinking you’re out playing. I miss the door slamming when you come running in, announcing that your team won. I miss picking up the stray socks and shirts that lost their way to the laundry and I miss the warmth of your smile as you snuggle in to say, “I love you.”

To say what it’s like to lose a child is like staring at blank paper. There are no words, only heartache and tears; there are no moments to be, only memories.


4 responses to “Only Memories

  1. We miss them every hour of every day…so true, Bonnie!

  2. How very true, Bonnie.

  3. There are no words ….

  4. Memories are God’s way of telling us the story over and over. 🙂

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