Going to Pop and Gram's house in the morning after Rance's soccer game. I am scared to go.
Pop won't be there. Pop has always been there. The one person I can truly say has never hurt me one time in my entire life. He never ever said a hateful word to me. I miss him so much.
If I stay in Mansfield, I can pretend all is well. By going to Paris tomorrow, I have to face the fact that he is gone. I have dreaded this as long as I can remember.
Jesus is Lord. I give Him all the glory, praise, and honor.