Since Brent's death, some days are okay.
Some days are pretty terrible.
On those pretty terrible days, the piano provides some solace, as long as I get myself to the keyboard.
Just in case you were wondering, the okay days are finally outnumbering the terrible days. That is good news. And for the days that are still pretty rotten, at least there's the piano.
2 comments:
I am so glad you have comfort in your piano...and you have brought comfort to so many others as well. You've had too many funerals this summer, Kerri.
I tis a long process--but somehow the Lord, through his infinite wisdom, has made so that we and less and less terrible days. The piano is a wonderful tool to help and for a terrible as I am, I understand how it feels to just let it all out on those ivories. Hang in there. Love you!
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