8:12 Am
Grief and joy live within the same section of the soul; without joy there would be no loss.
As our worlds go from day to night and day again we experience the circle of life and the inevitable surge of panic that, one day, there will be only one last sunrise to share. And as we capture the split second in time when our loved ones were still here, we take small comfort in knowing that their spirits exist within the clouds, the ocean, and the everlasting sun.
There will always be a sunrise but there will never be another sunrise with you.
Copyright © Robyn Scott | Year Posted 2015
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