New Year's Day is not, typically, an easy one for me, as it marks the anniversary of the passing out of my life one of those people who was, and will always be, an indelible part of me.
As the years have gone by, the pain became an ache and, eventually, the ache a simple sadness not for the loss of what was, but for what could have been.
Still...as that pain has faded, shifted, and because of the way I've chosen to carry the load, the joy and peace brought by the memories of the years I did have serves as a exceptional balm to any lingering melancholy and, as I build this new life in this new year, I will carry with me that laugh, that cocky smile and the complete and unconditional faith he always saw in me, even, especially, when I couldn't see it in myself.
What's more, this year, for the first time since that night that he, and some part of me, died in the fog, I spent it surrounded by friends who are becoming family, laughter and the kind of love and happiness that made it all okay. Thank you, to all of you who were there, even those who didn't know, and to those who couldn't be, but let me know I was in your thoughts, regardless. You were amazing.
No comments:
Post a Comment