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Season of defeat

I woke up to the  nightmare of her passing.
It’s not true! I reasoned with  myself.  We spoke before I went to bed. My new reality sunk in, she’s gone!!!
Our moments spent in the sun
had brought us joy, laughter and fun. Even through our darkest of times
Our journey was bliss and  the sky was our limit.

The life we’ve shared is a storybook of memories  that the pain of her
leaving cannot erase. She held my hand when others looked away and taught  me that my imperfections were beautiful.
I cannot recite anymore of her musings;for her journey has ended and her book forever is closed.

So I’ll treasure our time spent
and be grateful for the miracle of life. May the God of comfort give us peace and reassurance in knowing that He feels our pain and knows our sorrow. While the promise stands sure that He will one day, wipe all our tears away.

Like all seasons of the year
this pain is but a passing time .
Nothing permanent, nothing new, just a season, a passing season of defeat.

A friend of mine had lost a dear friend to her and asked me to write something for to read at her funeral.

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