Grief, Life

My Grief is..

“π‘΄π’š π’ˆπ’“π’Šπ’†π’‡ π’Šπ’” 𝒂 π’˜π’‚π’š 𝒐𝒇 π’π’π’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆!”

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐀𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚π₯𝐀𝐒𝐧’!

Thank you all for the support and encouragement. The manuscript has been moved forward to the formatting stage, first for the hard copy and then the digital copy. The above and image is another one line, no explanation, and no context from my upcoming memoir > Cowboys Are Not Supposed to Cry.

#LiveYourDreams

“π‘΄π’š π’ˆπ’“π’Šπ’†π’‡ π’Šπ’” 𝒂 π’˜π’‚π’š 𝒐𝒇 π’π’π’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆!” #Memior #UpcomingBook #CowboysAreNotSupposedtoCry

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