can shield us from the ache of another’s pain. It is a strange mural, a walk through the day with no shadow to follow.
Just looking out the window, Lord, reminds me of a friend, How she felt bad to lose her Dad, told how his days did end. "I recall when Dad flopped on SNOW, made an 'Angel', for us; "We were amazing!
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The Benson Street on MSNFree Printable “My First Christmas in Heaven” Poem (Author Unknown)Get a copy of this free My First Christmas in ... It Brings Comfort During a Difficult Time. Grief during the holidays can ...
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