"sometimes i'm just so sick of it all, y'know?"

"i can't even imagine what the must look like.. feel like. no more sorrow, no more pain, no more death... just jesus. we would never hear the words wake, or casket, or funeral again. those things simply just wouldn't make sense to us.... no more sorrow, pain, or death....."

"yeah... i know."

"sometimes i can't wait for heaven."

"don't say that just too soon... we have a long way to go."


// a convo with a sister from va.