When the love of my life’s family dies, I have to choose my words wisely

When the love of my life’s family dies, I have to choose my words wisely

In this story of family sex stories and family love, I hope you have some ideas on what to do.

I know I can’t help you, but I will do my best.

I’m a very, very lucky girl.

You’re going to be missed, Mommy and Daddy.

When I think about all the wonderful things that I have done for you, I think of the time I was able to walk down the street with you, your laughter, your hugs, your kisses, your comfort, your warmth, and the love that I was going to share with you.

It is hard to know what to say to you, Dad.

Mommy’s not the only one who loved me.

There’s nothing more beautiful than the smell of your clothes, Mom.

The smell of Mommy on your skin is so much more special than the scent of a new car.

Dad, Mom, and I can still smell your breath, sweetheart.

What a beautiful day.

I wish I could take you to the beach and tell you about it, but Mommy says it is too late.

All you have to do is go outside, Dad, and let your mind go blank.

This is the best day of my entire life.

I love you so much.

Can I tell you something?

You are my best friend.

Mommy always told me that.

And I love my mom, too.

I am going to tell you that you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, and that I am so grateful for you and for everything you have done.

How can you say that to me?

I hope that you have enjoyed reading this story and that you can find it reassuring to know that I know you are okay.

Sometimes, I just can’t wait for you to see the sun again.

Please, Dad and Mommy.

Oh, I know it’s going to sound crazy, but the first time I cried in the car, I was crying for my son.

So sad.

I hope it is just as bad as that.

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