My son Kyle was raped, murdered and thrown in garbage bags under a bed nine years ago. I miss Him dreadfully.
There are people who think I should have moved on by now and I have. But
I will never be the same person I was before this happened to Kyle.
There are people who think I should have moved on by now and I have. But
I will never be the same person I was before this happened to Kyle.
When I am in doubt though, I open the pages of my art journals and pour my feelings onto those pages. The page above is the one I worked on after the first two pages, after allowing the sorrow out there was room for joy and optimism. That is why I do art journals. Maybe You should try it sometime too...........