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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Asking God Why, Family Death Poems

Asking God Why, Family Death Poems
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It used to be all about living, laughing, love and racing.. but now it's just about trying to survive day to day. On May 25, 2009 my whole world was shattered when my 23 year old husband left this world. At 22 years old, I'm not even sure how to act, feel or how to move on with my life. The things I loved most in this world I had taken for granted and the best person I have ever met has taken my heart with him when he died. We had problems, and for some reason I feel I should defend that.. but I loved him more than anyone else in this world. I just wish things had been different.
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The day we got married.

The day we got married.
December 3, 2005.

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The love of my life..

The love of my life..
He's gone fishing.