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Friday, November 7, 2025
Thursday, November 6, 2025
PRAYERS FOR THESE FAMILIES
"THE MOST HURTFUL THING IN THE WORLD IS FOR A PARENT TO MOURN THE LOSS OF A CHILD." #remember #honor #remembering
Chattanooga bus crash: Mom of victims says driver asked kids if they were ready to die
Officials say he was apparently speeding along a narrow, winding road when he wrapped his vehicle around a tree.
The bus was carrying students from Woodmore Elementary School, authorities said. The students in kindergarten through fifth grade, when it crashed about 3:30 p.m., turned on its side and wrapped around a tree.
OUR HEART'S GOES OUT TO ALL. 💔🙏
STORY IS IN THE COMMENTS 👇⬇️
Wednesday, November 5, 2025
Tuesday, November 4, 2025
RIP DICK CHENEY ... I was trying not to cry 😢 Now you make me cry 😢 My service with George W Bush
I LOST MORE THAN A COWBOYS FOOTBALL GAME
REMEMBER WHEN I EXPLAINED... NEVERMIND "In Vegas playing with Aliens #Area51
Residents near Lake Mead, Nevada, have been left terrified after thunderous, metallic booms echoed through the canyons — loud enough to shake windows and trigger over 50 calls to 911. 😳🌵
Locals say the eerie sounds rolled across the desert near the Hoover Dam, like a “giant metal door groaning in the distance.” Gas companies have denied any leaks or work in the area, and officials still can’t explain the source.
Some believe it’s pressure from underground pipelines… others say it’s something far stranger. 👀 With Area 51 just over 100 miles away, theories range from secret drills to government experiments beneath the desert.
Whatever it is — the sound of the Nevada desert has never been so chilling. 🌫️
#LakeMead #NevadaMystery #Area51 #Paranormal #Unexplained #CreepySounds #ConspiracyTheories
Monday, November 3, 2025
I’m not myself right now.
Devone’s birthday is coming up, and I don’t even know how to feel. Part of me wants to celebrate the memories, to smile and remember the laughter, but another part of me aches in silence. It’s strange how a single date can hold so much love, loss, confusion, and the kind of longing that words never seem to reach.
One moment I’m fine, even laughing, and the next I’m zoning out, lost in thoughts that pull me backward. I keep telling myself to stay strong, to focus on the present, but my heart drifts to places I thought I had healed from. It’s exhausting pretending that everything’s okay when inside, I feel like I’m breaking in slow motion.
Every day I wake up hoping the heaviness in my chest will lift, but it lingers quiet, invisible, yet so loud. I try to keep busy, to move forward, but some memories refuse to fade. They come back softer now, but they still sting. It’s like I’m caught between gratitude for what was and grief for what can never be again.
Some days, I convince myself I’m okay—that I’ve made peace with the past. But even the strongest hearts have tender places. And right now, mine just hurts. I’m tired of pretending that being strong means being numb. I’m tired of hiding the tears behind smiles and small talk. I just miss… everything that once felt whole.
I know healing takes time. I know feelings resurface when we least expect them. But this year, I’m trying to give myself permission to feel to sit with the memories without shame or resistance. Maybe this is what healing really looks like: learning to remember with love instead of pain.
Maybe one day, I’ll look back on this birthday and see how far I’ve come. Maybe I’ll finally feel peace where the ache used to live. But for now, I’m just breathing through it honoring the love, the lessons, and the space between what was and what still is.
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