September 26, 2017
Today & Every Day 43 Children are diagnosed with Cancer. Each Day 9 of those children will earn their wings.
To All the Football Players, The Coaches, The Owners and The Commissioner of the NFL
Sunday as you put your knee to the ground, 9 parents fell on two and begged God to let their child make it through. If only this world would open their eyes, and hear these Children & Parent’s cries, then maybe each day less and less would die.
Today & Every Day 43 Children are diagnosed with Cancer. Each Day 9 of those children will earn their wings.
To All the Football Players, The Coaches, The Owners and The Commissioner of the NFL
Sunday as you put your knee to the ground, 9 parents fell on two and begged God to let their child make it through. If only this world would open their eyes, and hear these Children & Parent’s cries, then maybe each day less and less would die.
This Month is for our children you see, but for them no one is on a knee or bringing awareness for the world to see.
Every day I get up and try to be brave, and each day I spend at least an hour at my Ashley’s Grave. I sit there and wonder where I went wrong, because this is so not where She belongs. This nightmare I live each & every day, with tears on my cheek, my heart hurting & weak. This world put a fist through my chest and ripped out a piece of my heart, when it took my Ashley, it just tore me apart. Today while at my Daughter’s grave, I went down on my knee, but it wasn’t to show the President Up, I was begging God, Please, Please, from this Nightmare, Wake Me Up. But every day I wake up to find it is real, that for the rest of my life, this pain I will feel.
So maybe on Thursday you won’t take a knee, when we honor the brave in this land where we are free. This is our nations song & to dishonor is wrong.
Maybe Instead you can wear a Gold Ribbons for Our Children who are Fighting and being So Strong & Honor Our Children who from this World, are now, FOREVER GONE…..
Every day I get up and try to be brave, and each day I spend at least an hour at my Ashley’s Grave. I sit there and wonder where I went wrong, because this is so not where She belongs. This nightmare I live each & every day, with tears on my cheek, my heart hurting & weak. This world put a fist through my chest and ripped out a piece of my heart, when it took my Ashley, it just tore me apart. Today while at my Daughter’s grave, I went down on my knee, but it wasn’t to show the President Up, I was begging God, Please, Please, from this Nightmare, Wake Me Up. But every day I wake up to find it is real, that for the rest of my life, this pain I will feel.
So maybe on Thursday you won’t take a knee, when we honor the brave in this land where we are free. This is our nations song & to dishonor is wrong.
Maybe Instead you can wear a Gold Ribbons for Our Children who are Fighting and being So Strong & Honor Our Children who from this World, are now, FOREVER GONE…..
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