Looking up at the sky, I think how small each of us are in the whole of things. I wonder if there is a God or a heaven. And if there is, can my mother see me? Will I see her again? Is she finally pain free?
Looking up at the sky, I think how small each of us are in the whole of things. I wonder if there is a God or a heaven. And if there is, can my mother see me? Will I see her again? Is she finally pain free?