Sunday, August 23, 2009
MY FIRST FUNERAL THAT DIDN'T HURT
Some time ago I thought I was a curse. All those I loved kept dying all around me. My parents and my sons were dead and I had no sibings. Only my daughter was left. Who did I think I was any way? I did not give them life, even if I bore the sons. Whether I was a curse was not my judgement to call; I was being self pitying. It was God who loaned them to me, and me to those parents. I was here for another purpose; I didn't yet know what it was. After seeing other mothers lose children from drugs...
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