2,557 Days

It has been 2,557 days that she died.  Exactly 365 weeks and 2 days.


Today is the day in 2009 that my beautiful daughter died in Ventura, California.  She and I never had closure because she was in induced acoma at the request of her husband.  A decision that I objected and made my blood boil. 


Today is 7 years that she no longer calls me or comes to see me.  She and I had a relationship like no other.  I miss her so much.  Sometimes when grief visits me I stay in bed and cry and get depressed but when that happens our God sends in an Angel to comfort me.  It is Jeannette telling me not to cry and that she is rejoicing in Heaven.  She is not in pain anymore.


God is Love.


I choose God. 

MISSING HER

 September 1, 2016.  In two more days and on September 3, 2009 is the day she died and went to Heaven.  It has been a very sad and difficult seven years that I have not had her in my life.  I try to go about my life in a happy positive way but there are times that I just do not want to get out of bed.  Grief comes and goes but when it hits me it is very hard.  Right now and as I type these words, I have tears flowing down my cheeks because I miss her so much.  They say time heals all wounds but these here wounds of mine are never ever going to heal.  They are permanent. 


I opened my bible right now and the first verse I read helps me so much.  Here it is.


Isaiah 41:13  For I, the Lord your God, will hold your right hand, saying to you, "Fear not, I will help you."


Yes, he is.