I seem to be into movie titles lately. I'm losing my originality. Ick.
Anyways. The next 3 days are the ones leading up to that horrible moment when I'll say goodbye to everything that's familiar and close to me and depart into the great unknown with little to no hope of return.
I wish I could say that's an exaggeration.
As the time gets wound tighter and tighter together, precious moments I have failed to grasp one last time are slipping between my fingertips one by one. Faces are trying to fade, and I'm trying to recall them to my memory before they're gone. Each time I see a place, or a person, I can't help but wonder if it's the last time. If I need to stand still a moment longer, etch every detail into my mind and savor the memories I have with this street corner, this building, this close friend. And each time, the helpless, frightened feeling in the pit of my soul grows heavier and heavier.
People ask me if I'm ready to go, but I don't get why something like this could be getting easier as I get closer.
It's just becoming more impossible.
How am I supposed to do this?
There's no way I can do this.
Stay strong, babe. If you can't, get God to do it. He knows where He wants you to be. I love you <3
ReplyDeleteYou finished well abby. Stronger than anyone I have ever seen. I am so very proud and happy for you :) You will do great things... :) You know you will. God is with you wherever you go, and he will never loosen his grip. You were one of the good ones- stay that way :) Always and forever love you.- Bailey
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