hands of a black man clasped together atop a book
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Roberta Bear, my Bobby, died November 24, 2015. The hardest part is not being able to talk to her or touch her. It’s terrible, the things you miss. You’re left with memories, wishing you had one more hour, minute, or second.  

Life as I know it has changed. The mental state when you’re grieving is really sad and depressing. But things get better and, with your support and prayers, I’ve made it through and my life has evolved. 

I’m so thankful. God Bless.