My Dad and my ice cream

Ramblings by FrostyGurl

Their Pap

By a random blogger

You held me, But I am still standing, You tied me, But I’m still walking, You drowned me, But I breathe under water, You can break me, But my pieces would suffice me. You whisper- When darkness surrounds me, Like a coward, Hiding whilst there’s lighting. You create- Illusions around me, Unaware- My Lord’s, all […] …

“My Dad the happy camper”

Figuring out how to grieve for my Dad

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