Whispered Prayers

by Alex Grayson

“Don’t apologize for your pain. Never be sorry for something like that.”

One of the biggest turn-offs for me is not being able to breathe because of the overwhelming scent of cologne on a man.

My mom was never the type to buy already prepared food. She made everything from scratch. She also made sure her kids knew how to cook.

In less than two days, this small family has helped quiet the screams in my head, something no one has been able to do.

It takes me a long time to drift off to sleep, and when I finally manage to, it’s a restless sleep filled with the whispered prayers of a broken girl.

“I don’t know what it is about him, maybe it’s because she senses his own pain and can relate to him.”

We’ll never forget the ones we love, they’ll be with us always, but we need to learn to live without them, to not let the pain of their loss rule our lives.

Something tells me, like a soft whisper in the night, that I was meant to meet this man for a reason. My kids and I were brought into his life not by coincidence, but by fate.

We don’t have control over what happens to us in life. The only thing we can do is live it the best way we can.”