With a heavy heart, a broken spirit, a shattered flesh, agony of the soul, as blood turn into tears... Why will you ever gone so soon leaving your kids behind as orphans??? I know the living dont question death but yours was an obvious question of which rhethoritic... No joy, as the shephered is killed and the sheeps scarttered. Oh my God where are you? Wel, it is well, but Rest in the bossom of Abraham. Adieu Aunty Stella.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 19:42:52 +0000