3 years ago this month when my sweetie pie left this life it felt like my heart had been ripped right out of my chest-with no anesthesia. Even though he was at home on hospice care I was not accepting the fact that he would not be with me much longer. At first I busied myself to avoid the pain and finally I had to allow the healing processes to begin. What I found helped me was to use my pain to help others. Of course the grief process had to continue and still does to this day so I accept one day at a time. So I started volunteering with hospice patients. I know the pain that most of them are feeling and in most cases it's those of us that are left behind that need the most comforting. People are put into our lives for a reason and there truly is a season for everything. Love is not meant to be held inside but to be passed on. I would just like to encourage you to let someone else know that you care. Use your pain to help others.
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