My grandma said, “losing your granddad was like an elbow injury; sharp crippling pain but for a short while. But losing a child was a back injury; even at the age of 95 the pain lives on”.
But for that pain there is a hand unseen yet comforting ever-present eternal and whispers, I burden not a soul beyond its scope”.
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My grandma said, “losing your granddad was like an elbow injury; sharp crippling pain but for a short while. But losing a child was a back injury; even at the age of 95 the pain lives on”. But for that pain there is a hand unseen yet comforting ever-present eternal and whispers, I burden not a soul beyond its scope”.