Fallen Tears

 

Her breath caught in her throat. She looked at the letter in her one hand, her other holding her fallen husbands dogtags. " He's gone,' She whispers. " He's really gone." 

The room whirls around her and she drops to the ground to her knees. She folds her hands over her heart, the pain in her chest tightens and she cries. 

 How could it be? Her love, her life, her everything...was gone. 

 

She hears a small voice behind her. ' Mommy,' The voice whispers, " What's wrong mommy?'

She turns around and her glassy eyes stare back at her young daughter's blue eyes. " Baby; your daddy...he's gone."

Pain courses through the young girls face, " H-he died?" She whispers softly.

"Yes sweetie, He died," again she brakes out in tears. She wraps her arms around herself still clutching her husbands dogtags. " He's gone, he's really gone." She whispers once again to herself. She feels a small hand on her shoulders. Her daughter leans close to her, her small hands stroke away her tears. " Mommy,' She whispers, " It's OK mommy, Daddy's in Heaven, He is with Jesus. He's not really gone, we're going to see him again.'

The mother looks up and her tears stop for a moment, she catches her breath and then wraps her arms around her daughter, she once again begins to cry, " Your right sweetie. He's not really gone. We will see him again." 

 Fictional/ Inspired off picture via Pinterest

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