A Plan

I’ve been trying hard this week to leave the sadness behind. It’s been really hard because I miss my dad. I’m trying to find meaning. You know, a way to justify all of this. But the truth is, I just can’t. I know God has a plan for us. I know that somehow, at some point, my dad became apart of this plan that says that he has to die while others, less than, people get to live. But what kind of god takes what is good and leave what is bad? I try to let it go. I try to see the beauty in him being out of pain and not being so sick but it’s hard because I am holding on so tight. I’m trying not to be angry with god but it’s hard. It’s very hard.

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