This happened a few weeks ago, but I feel like we are here. We are in this horrible in between space of wanting more time with her, but can’t stand to watch her suffering.
To wish it done is wishing her physically away from us.
It’s agony…I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.
This is our cross to bear…it’s just SO HEAVY right now and I can feel us stumbling…
But even Jesus fell three times carrying His, right?