White Roses.

These fingers are heavy and the weight pulling them down is intentional, with a purpose and a reason solely because. Because I do not want to pen this down. I do not want to but I know, I need to.

Scents of fresh flowers filling the air, an endless stretch of rainbow paving the way, a place where sadness and despair have no meaning and a place where choirs of angels are singing praises to the Lord, an eternal life. Freedom; once and for all.

Although I will miss you so so much, although these tears trickles down my cheek every once in a while and my heart cringes with an aching feeling that you are no longer around, I know that I will battle those moments with a smile and comfort in knowing that you are with Him, you are free and most of all you are in paradise. :)

Thank you all so much for all the concern and prayers (fel :) Life moves on but life that moves along with Him as the focus point and the center ultimately lifts my spirit and well these fingers of mine. I hope that everyone who is reading this would take the time, think, re-think, and just. believe.

I should have pictures up soon. Heh.