She's Gone
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She's Gone
My 37 year old daughter just passed away from Renal Failure.
She started binge drinking at age 25...and was never able to stop.
Rehabs, jail, homelessness, losing her children, nothing stopped the monster from taking over her life.
This makes me sadder than sad.
She started binge drinking at age 25...and was never able to stop.
Rehabs, jail, homelessness, losing her children, nothing stopped the monster from taking over her life.
This makes me sadder than sad.
Dear sadandtired, she is now at peace. Her suffering is over. at this moment, I am crying for you.
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I'm so very sorry. Prayers go with you.
The disease may have took her, but your daughter was more than the disease.
May you also remember how she once was, before it overtook her.
The disease may have took her, but your daughter was more than the disease.
May you also remember how she once was, before it overtook her.
The Rose Beyond the Wall
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by the morning dew,
Shedding it's sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it's fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive--
The rose still grows beyond the wall,
Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.
~ A. L. Frink ~
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by the morning dew,
Shedding it's sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it's fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive--
The rose still grows beyond the wall,
Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.
~ A. L. Frink ~
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