It goes without saying that I love you. It’s unnecessary to shout it from the rooftops, and despite that it has become common practice to preach one’s grief to all of Facebook, I don’t feel comfortable doing so any longer. The truth is that to do so feels inauthentic. It feels like I have been living my life of bliss all year only to have a momentary period of grief overtake me. It feels like how one remembers that she has left the iron on in the middle of club-hopping with her girlfriends – an afterthought. And so, while I have posted your “Tribute in Pink” again this year, this will be the last time that I do so.
Your death has been harder in more ways than imaginable. I had hoped that our family would heal and move forward in peace but what I have come to learn is that death, on its own, does not change people. But more importantly, what I have learned is that healing- in whatever way it is done- is paramount to living a successful life. Without healing it is impossible to find joy. [Read More…]