Daughter of Troops

I just love the holidays. I've got my pink peds, I'm ready for the race The fast paced step this season brings. The smell of cinnimon is in the air and I know that the man in the suit is very near. What's that familiar noise I hear? Like tiny hooves swishing through the air. I peek out the door and grin ear to ear It's him, it's him; he's oh so near I just love this time of year! His suit is crisp and clean and snug Come closer and let me give you a hug He bring me gifts and never makes a mess Yep it's him, the man from U.P.S. Oh. your suprised? Don't go into shock He wears those little brown short and makes them rock I just love the holidays!

Today I'm dealing with a ton of pain. My heart is breaking . I cannot or don't want to believe that my sister is dead. I know she is with Jesus and that she no longer suffers, but I'm selfish and I want to talk to her. Who will I talk to when I say remember the time when we were little and mamma....... No one could relate to that but her or my brother. We had a really rough life growing up and due to our own choices adult life was often hard too. She doesn't have to struggle any more, I wonder does she still make decisions or have choices? What will the holidays look like? I cannot possibly fill the shoes or her and mother, although I know I'll try. It will never ever be the same. I want to be healthy, I don't want to leave my son to deal with this mess of emotions that comes with this kind of loss. I cried out to my Savior, the only One that can and will help me. Jesus, I need you more than ever, please comfort me, hold me, ease my pain, remove the hurt, hel