I don’t have the right words now, and I didn’t have them then. I don’t know what to do now, anymore than I knew what to do then.  A year has not made it any more clear what the future holds, but I’m learning to let go of the need for certainty and open up to the possibilities.  And I know this much is true: the angel on my shoulder, the whisper tickling my ear, the drifting of the leaves, the flicker in the fireplace, the tears I don’t stop, the smiles I can’t stop…everywhere I look, there is evidence you are still here with me.  As the days continue to unfold, I get a little stronger, a little more brave, a little more me again.  I wish moving on was somehow different …well, I know you know what I mean.   You’ve moved on, too, in your way.

 

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