Two weeks ago, two classmates died within days of each other and were at the funeral home at the same time. I dressed in my funeral black and paid my respects to both.
Easter Sunday one of my best friends from high school died. He was gone in a blink, and I was unable to say good bye.
This week a friend of mine was murdered by his wife.
In the process of it all, I stop, I grieve, and then I go to soccer practice or work or church or to the store. Every step is a reminder that they are gone, and I will never see them again. Every step reminds me I have miles to go before I sleep, but they are now still.
Every step makes me takes a deep breath of gratitude, and I move forward.