.... is different from moving on.
Moving on implies forgetting what is past.
Moving forward is more difficult. It involves carrying the past with you while you walk forward one step at a time. Never forgetting, but continuing to breathe and live.
Some days I can accomplish this.
Some days I can't.
Some days the past feels too heavy to carry with me.
But I'm getting there.
I'm not gonna lie .... the 2nd year anniversary was hard.
I really, really didn't want to get out of bed.
I was supposed to play tennis but had a good friend that stepped in for me when I called to say I couldn't.
Instead I went with another friend to see a movie.
It seemed that I was more in the mood to escape from reality for a few hours.
And the movie did the job.
For a few hours.
But ..... the date is gone and I survived.
I am now well past that date of two years. Who would've thought?
There were many days when I really didn't think I'd survive the week, let alone the months and years.
But here I am .... still breathing. Still walking.
I am blessed.
I am thankful.
I am thought of.
I am loved.
And I thank God for the rest of you out there, those I've met and those I have yet to meet, who are with me on this road.
I thank Him for the way we all support each other and the way we "get it" .... with words, or just with hugs (real & virtual).
I cannot imagine having to walk this road alone.
Thank you .... each one of you .... for encouraging others through your pain.
It's quite an amazing community.