I fold laundry and I pray. I pray over each sweet piece of fabric. Each shirt, pair of pants. I hold them close. I pray for this college girl who is home. Home to celebrate the life of her cousin. Taken too soon; in our eyes. This college girl who has lost a brother too. And I make piles. Neat piles. I love to fold laundry. I love the smell. Shirts together. Pants together. Unmentionables together. Neat piles. Clean. Orderly. But I can't ever seem to to get the piles ... View Post
Until Then. . .
The world has stopped once again. The memory of the deep searing ache prevalent. And now my farmer's sister knows that ache. Another cousin now resides in Glory. The boy who used my tapered candles as num chucks as he danced from one end of the couch to the other while watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Perpetual Motion. Eyes sparkling with boundless energy. Curiosity oozing from every pore. Mischief; the ring leader of the pack of cousins. The first one to laugh. The first one to cry. The first ... View Post
