I have been feeling a little low today. It has been exactly one year since I lost a dear friend in a tragic and unexpected way.
It seems so strange to say that she died a year ago, because didn't I just see her last week? And yet, it also feels like an age has passed. Her baby son is one now, and he and his father have moved out of state.
It's hard to reconcile the fact that life moves on without people, even if you loved them dearly. She was a huge part of our life for two years, and now I am having trouble remembering what her voice sounded like. I hate that.
For a year, I have driven around with a note from her in my glove box -- the last one she ever wrote to me. It is nothing important, yet I can't bring myself to throw it away. But I did manage to put it away, along with a picture of her and Fiver, because life is moving on.
I pray that she's with the angels this night, and that her family is being comforted by divine grace. Maybe, if you have a spare minute, you might whisper a prayer as well, my friends.