A very wise women once told me that when something horrific happens to you, when something life changing occurs, that the only way to make sense of it, is to to tell your story. To tell it again and again until the hurt fades, the long night changes into day and the tears only fall when the memories make you smile.
Over the course of the next several days, I am going to write a small series regarding the moment the sun dimmed in my life and how I have survived. It isn’t meant to be a tell all and some ways it isn’t even meant to be read. For me it is simply a way to tell my story, to have the catharsis that this month brings, and to tell you how one beautiful soul an changed my world.
So here is my story.
Come Monday….It will be alright.