i had good times growing up, no i had the best of times. my parents were there most of the times, my siblings were there, i grew up knowing love and friendship.
and all that realising my human nature of taking things for granted. I complain a lot, I'm a complete utter whiner. I'm not used to taking responsibilities and doing it selflessly.
I just recently lost a mother, my mama. Its hard because i dont know how it is supposed to feel like. On some days, I feel so strong i could even burst the thoughts in my head and somedays, I fear the thought that she is no longer here and I could only think of her, and waiting for the time to be reunited with her patiently.
i have so many fears. Fear when one of us got sick and the thought of my mom suffering re-appears on and on. that hurts without mercy. my heart beats and rushing through my veins- i just cant keep up any longer.
Oh Lord, grant me the strength you know I shall need