Could it really have been eight years ago? EIGHT?
Eight years ago, we got the devastating call. The one that made me howl out to the heavens.
Tears that just stream and won’t stop.
The news that made my heart stop, air is sucked out of the room by an unknown force.
Some way, somehow… the world kept turning as I decided to stay still.
Some way, somehow… the minutes became years and I laughed again.
My mourning was turned into joy.
Breath came back to me.
Heart beats another melody.
Life came back.
We step forward, sometimes we step back or turn. Sometimes we are still… and remember.