Monday, October 4, 2010
I promised I'd move on, as hard as it was. I was hoping you'd open your eyes and say, "Kidding!" It would be a sick joke in many ways, but at least you'd still be with me.
I see beauty all around me, the gorgeous green and blue of the ocean, bald eagles, rabbits and racoons. I'm finally opening my eyes to beauty instead of keeping them closed, protecting myself against the reality you are no longer there. You once wondered in anger, "do I make any difference to you?" Oh, yes, you do and did. My shell, which was tough and determined to stay on, is coming off and I'm seeing the sun again and it feels warm.