Mondays are difficult. I notice the emptiness more for some reason and my heart is especially heavy today. So instead of eating, I write. The TV blares behind me but I don’t really hear America’s Got Talent blaring in the background.
That is, I don’t listen until I hear the words to this song.
…If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much I love her? Will she know how much I care……
And the grace of God pours over me again as I listen to the words of the song Ron chose for his funeral service.