Today has been a difficult day in many ways. I have cried numerous times and have had a few good moments. I wish it was all a bad dream. I wish my pastor was still alive. I wish his family did not have to face such sorrow.
Emotions have been flying as I hear of funeral preparations. I lost it when my pastor's mother reached out and thanked the community last night for their prayers. I lost it when his daughter spoke, and I lost it thinking of a conversation I had with him.
This weekend, I was supposed to do a lot of homework. That never got done. Tonight, I get to make that up. I will be up late and rise at 6am. Lord help me!
I am ever so grateful for my friends and family who have surrounded me with love. It truly helps. It helps to know that my church family is solid and that we will get through this time. It helps to know I am not alone in this grief.
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