It was a surreal period in time. No one can even try to imagine what it is like until they also are forced to endure it. This day for me as 23 years ago on May still feels wrong that my dad died that many years ago.
If I show you my song, read you my story, I am giving you a piece of me, of my heart, that not very many people ever see. All I ask in return is that you do not laugh at the seriousness of it or overlook the fact that I am giving you part of who I am.
This is so similar to the prayer I picked out for my mothers prayer card at her funeral. I never knew this was a Native American prayer for the grieving. Being part Native American, I see I picked the right words 💔