27 years later, I still can't forget. That one day when a very dear friend passed away. How do you forget the joys, the moments, the pain. It was not the first brush with Death, it was not to be the last.
But it was the one that hurt the most.
The years that followed were spent searching for answers. For understanding.
They never came. But in the rolling hills some time later, a light shone; guiding me back to believing that all things happen for a purpose
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved - he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper, the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil, he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Ps 121:1-8
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