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Through life's roughest moments, like grief, no matter how much those we love try to help, we "walk alone by the black muddy river".
Some of us have been there when those we love die. My son did not seem to die "alone". I'm sure of that.
By I "walk alone" in grief."
That's my interpretation.
Through life's roughest moments, like grief, no matter how much those we love try to help, we "walk alone by the black muddy river".
Some of us have been there when those we love die. My son did not seem to die "alone". I'm sure of that.
By I "walk alone" in grief."
That's my interpretation.