just where do I start?
When you went away,
you took my heart.
Where I was full of life and soul,
now there's just a great big hole.
I'm so lost,
I don't really know what to do.
I'm constantly plagued with this urge to be with you.
to resist it sometimes takes all my might,
when it's so strong and things aren't goin' right.
You were so gentle, loving and kind.
I know you didn't mean to leave us behind.
I have searched below the surface,
and I've searched above.
What I found,
is that only Jesus himself,
can rival your love.
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My family is originally from a little town in West Texas called Van Horn. We now live scattered between Baker City and La Grande, Oregon. Anyone who knew my mother, knew she had a literal hotline to the Good Lord. Now, that both of our parents have passed on, the single thing that has preserved the slightest bit of sanity for me, is the knowledge that we have two of the best guardian angelswatching over us from above.