I started writing as a way to release my thoughts so they wouldn’t consume me. I grabbed the keyboard and typed until all the worries in my world were gone. Lately, I’ve been too busy to write but also too busy to think. Tonight I scheduled myself to sit still, exactly one year after he took his last breath!

Today I reflect on the friend he was and how his death impacted me. Today I tried to cry, but the tears wouldn’t form. Today I tried to allow myself to feel the hurt, but nothing overcame me. Today I’ve realized that sometimes things can bury so deeply within that they fail to exist, or at least it will seem that way.

How many of you run from reality regularly?

As I sit here tonight doing nothing I think of things left unsaid – some for good reason. I also think of things said – some of which should not have been. With each thought, there’s a level of comfort- as if all is well.

I’ve finally reached a point where I’m no longer afraid of my thoughts, at least in this area, and I can comfortably say goodbye! REST IN HEAVENLY PEACE JB!