I died too

I am in the autumn days of my human time.
Many years have passed and there are memories and events i remember so well.
The good times have been so glowing and sparkling.
The bad times have sometimes eaten me alive.
I try to focus on positive things, but it does not always work.
The painful days keep piling up all the time.

One Saturday evening, he sighed a bit and took his last breath.
Dying in my arms after a year of pain and sorrow.
Finally, he got peace and rest from the sickness.
The only thing I was not prepared for now, was.
THAT I DIED TOO.
Life as I knew it was never more worth living.

I called him Lillekisse. He was white and black.
I nursed him with a tiny bottle when he was born.
He followed me everywhere. Purring and hugging me.
He looked into my eyes and said: I love you Mummy!
A car hit him hard, and he died, ended up in the ditch.
I DIED TOO that day.

Shavings have been cut away from my soul.
Sorrow and pain are with me all the days.
I miss my dead ones, and I am hardly alive myself.
However, I do believe in the Bible that there will be a
resurrection to life one day.

That means that I will also come to life once again!