Life is a journey, not a destination. The key is staying realistic about where you are on it at any given moment, and then appreciating that reality.
This post is for you. When I first started on WordPress, I knew next to nothing about blogging. I still know very little but I am learning every day. I did, however, know that I had a lot of thoughts and no one with whom to share them. I also knew I loved to write. Thus began this blog. While I’m not entirely sure if you even read all of my posts, you like almost all of them and that means a lot to me. You keep me going on days when I wonder why I’m even doing this blog. When I think no one is reading or cares what I have to say, I remember you and your loyalty. Kate will listen, I think. And since the beginning, you have (or so it appears).
Any way, I just wanted to write a thank you to you Kate. And let you know that although I don’t know you, you are an important person in my life. And you are deeply recognized and appreciated.
Would love for you all to check out my cover of Zac Brown Band’s “Colder Weather”. Please help me to spread the word if you like it. And thanks in advance for your support!! Happy Friday!! xoxo
The outpouring of love and support since the tragedy has been breathtaking. I am so grateful for each and every person who has reached out, from strangers to family, you’ve each helped me in a unique way all your own. My world was snatched like a rug from underneath my feet on June 11, 2012 when I lost my best friend and the love of my life. Since then, my life has changed dramatically. Everything that I thought I knew, all of our plans, our future, our dreams, they had to adjust. And that takes time. But today, I’m happy to say my feet are finally back on the ground. Although my knees shake, today, I stand. Nothing can fill the huge gap in my heart that now exists but that’s the beautiful part, I’m learning to live with this opening, to embrace it. It’s where our memories live, our love, and his spirit. It is this daring, fearless, and gentle spirit that I will continue to imitate in my own life. His absence has gone through me like a thread. Everything I do is stitched with his color.