I wrote this little story four years ago, but it moves me to read it again today. It’s a tribute to God, Sherry, Mom, family and friends; and it speaks about love, loss, and going on, even after the storms of life have wreaked havoc upon us.
The wind roared as black clouds raced in, and we ran—your hand holding tight to mine—toward the shelter door in the backyard. I was not afraid, because… I was with you, and that is all that matters.
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