This is the hardest day of the week. A morning that starts pretty much like all the others except the heart is heavier. Loneliness comes every Sunday morning, the loneliness that breaks down the mind, body and soul. The memories of days so long ago. Memories of family getting ready for church, Sunday lunches, laughter, tears. A belonging even if never true, a feeling of a color, maybe blue. A homesick feeling that will never end, it eased up slightly during play pretend. A longing for something that can never return, a place, a feeling, a love still burns.
Much Love 💜 Much Life