God looked around his garden and found the ideal space.
Then, he looked down on earth and saw your, tired and weiry face.
He hugged you tight and said it’s going to be okay. I am holding you close, lifting you up to guide you to your final resting place.
God’s garden is unique and a bountiful place to rest. Nowing this, it must be special because he only takes the best.
Oh, how he knew you were suffering, in pain and tired.
He knew your assignment on earth was complete with a job well done.
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb.
So, he shut your eyes and counted to 3. One..two…three… You are now with me.
It tore us apart to lose you, but we know you’re not alone. For there are bits and pieces of us that you took with you on the day God called you home.
Now, God’s garden is complete.
May you bloom for an eternity.
Yours truly,
Your Granddaughter!
A Single Parent's Truth 