Now that the end of the year is here I can't wait to throw our old school routine out and switch over to pool time, and I feel like if I have to pack another little sandwich into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle lunchbox I will scream. All I can ask is please, please don't send their recorders home for summer break.
The bond we share is one of loss but it is also one of strength, courage, perseverance, and eventual, renewed living. I am certain -- given the choice -- each one of us would rather not have you walk amongst us, but since you are here, know that you have our spirit and example in which to hang onto throughout the entirety of your journey.
I asked for help for my family, as I felt it wasn't possible for us to slip much lower than we already were at, and His answer to me was that we still were able to help. To still love. To still be selfless. To still give. To still think of the needs of others. That there was still so much hurt, so much need, more so than what we were going through.