Grief is a fickle friend, if you want to call Grief a friend.

As I continue my journey up this million-mile mountain, I'm learning things all over again. Living with Felicia for nearly 22 years… has spoiled me. She did so much for me over the years, I've forgotten a lot of small things.

I thank Yahweh for loving me; for holding me close right now; for lighting my path so that I may move forward.

Felicia and I had a love so beautiful, so precious, my heart just weeps and weeps over her. The emptiness I feel without her reminds me how much love we had for each other.