There are days like today, that I feel like I am but at the dawn of my grief and other days where I feel as though I have grown old and weary by my grief. I have mastered the craft of breathing most days and still, there are nights when I must remind myself to breathe for in that moment I feel I will surely drown in my tears. This gentle balance is often times challenged by the simple things in life, things we are all guilty of taking for granted at some point in our lives.
Look over to the one close to you, and never take for granted that you will always have the privilege of resting your eyes on him/her. Never take for granted that you will always find him/her there in the middle of the night and never take for granted that you will forever find rest in the simple gestures he/she can offer. For death my friends is a part of life and there is always one left to journey alone. This journey has been made easier for me because in all that I did, and in all that I shared with Bill, it was always with the knowledge that this was not forever.