Take comfort in the fact that though we cannot determine their lifespan here on earth, we at least get to decide how long they live on in our memories and in our hearts.
If I said that God was unfair, that He didn’t care, I’d be lying. Because He sent you to me when He knew you were exactly what I needed to keep my head above the water.
I’d like to think that if this story was my life, I’d be Cinderella. But more often than not, I feel like a carbon copy of the evil step-sisters. I fall into the comparison trap, giving in to feelings of envy and jealousy.