Tears

     A tear rolled down her cheek as she waited for her time on earth to be complete. She didn’t fear death as she knew her life was a good life in the eyes of god. She loved her husband of sixty-two years and she knew he loved her too. She raised four children that lived as she had hoped and prayed they would. She wasn’t crying for them but for the thousands of lost souls who may never see the wonder of heaven and the eternal joy it brings. How did the world she lived in become so hateful, so un-caring and so hard to understand? Why were children killing other children? Why are people hating others just because their beliefs are different? Why are we fighting wars and losing our soldiers in a place where only money seems to be important? She wonders about these and other things that she never dreamed possible in her lifetime. She cry’s because she can’t do anything about the world and the future it will bring to her grandchildren and great grandchildren. She cry’s her last teardrop, takes her final breath and leaves behind a tear-soaked pillow filled with happiness and sorrow all mixed together as one life.

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