After Damon went missing I was sad and angry for a long time. And then one day I came across a blog that made me laugh. And I felt so guilty. But underneath that guilt I felt a tickle of happiness in the pit of my stomach. And I craved that, that lightness, that joy. So I devoured that blog, reading through the archives until eventually I had to wait for the author to write another. That stranger gave me back so much that I didn't even know was missing. And I will forever be thankful to her.
Once again I find myself in a dark place. A dear friend has suffered a tragedy and I feel helpless. I'm having a hard time processing it. I learned a long time ago not to ask "Why?" because many times there just isn't a logical answer to that question. And while I honestly believe that everything happens for a reason, there have been a handful of times that have made me question that belief. And I have yet to come up with the answer to those situations.
So for now I will try doing what that stranger from so long ago did for me, I will try to spread laughter and light. I will keep surrounding those around with me with love and hope that it is enough.
