Today makes one year that Candace died. It doesn’t seem like we could ever really celebrate another New Years Eve knowing that it’s also a death anniversary.
We will, though, I know, because my dad was buried on my birthday years ago. I have been able to celebrate birthdays without thinking too much about that.
Some days I feel like I’m swimming against the current. Today is one of those days. My mind seems broken and cluttered. But not completely. There is a tiny voice somewhere in the chaos that keeps saying, it will get better, it will get better.
Time, the beast that can be so cruel to our bodies is the same thing that heals the mind.
I want to give a great big thanks to Jette and Chip for managing Holidailies and all of the other bloggers there who participated. This project helped make this season a little brighter.
To my regulars, I want to thank you too for sticking around, for your comments, and just being there. You’ve made my entire year better. Every one of you.
Now go pop some fireworks. I’ll be listening for them.