The Two of Us

Coping with the loss.
Twice!
A tear, despair, questions with no answers. Clearing of the throat,
The two us, we must go on.

Your eyes are watchful, your ears alert
Is little sister well?

My heart is hungry for comfort,yours starving to nourish
The two of us,we must go on.

one pushing another pulling
one running, the other carrying

sickness, disease, and terror
waiting, wondering has darkness passed?
The two of us, we must go on

Come love and marriage
take our children in your carriage
Twice!

Is little sister well?

Old age. Despair. Gone is the dignity, fleeting the strength, where is the honor of old men? What will we do? Is his life truly in our hands? Or is Gods hand over us to cover the man, our father. Into your hands Lord we put his fragile life, and so the two of us, we must go on

Sisters

My sister started this blog to cope with the losses we have experienced.....

Once We were four
building relationship
Open Heavens doors
Now We are two
Heaven rejoices
still we fight the blues

I DON'T UNDERSTAND

WHAT CAN I SAY EXCEPT I'M ON HOLD UNTIL I KNOW WHAT AND WHY MY SISTER PATTY IS NOT HERE ANYMORE. YES POEPLE SAY ' IT WAS
HER TURN , SHE WAS GETTING READY, HE NEEDED ANOTHER ANGLE
HE ALREADY HAS MY MOM AND PATTY WASN'T READY. SHE NEEDED TO
TO FINISH SOME STUFF HERE . I DON'T UNDERSTAND AND I CAN'T TALK
TO HIM. I DON'T THINK HE WANTS TO TALK TO ME EIGHTER.