…. is different from moving on.

Moving on implies forgetting what is past.

Moving forward is more difficult. It involves carrying the past with you while you walk forward one step at a time. Never forgetting, but continuing to breathe and live.

Some days I can accomplish this.

Some days I can’t.

Some days the past feels too heavy to carry with me.

But I’m getting there.

I’m not gonna lie …. the 2nd year anniversary was hard.

I really, really didn’t want to get out of bed.

I was supposed to play tennis but had a good friend that stepped in for me when I called to say I couldn’t.

Instead I went with another friend to see a movie.

It seemed that I was more in the mood to escape from reality for a few hours.

And the movie did the job.

For a few hours.

 

 

But ….. the date is gone and I survived.

I am now well past that date of two years. Who would’ve thought?

Not me.

No way.

 

There were many days when I really didn’t think I’d survive the week, let alone the months and years.

But here I am …. still breathing. Still walking.

Most days.

 

I am blessed.

I am thankful.

Most days.

 

I am thought of.

I am loved.

Every day.

 

And I thank God for the rest of you out there, those I’ve met and those I have yet to meet, who are with me on this road.

I thank Him for the way we all support each other and the way we “get it” …. with words, or just with hugs (real & virtual).

I cannot imagine having to walk this road alone.

 

Thank you …. each one of you …. for encouraging others through your pain.

It’s quite an amazing community.

🙂