Six Months

Today is April 15 and marks six months to the day (a Friday also) that Michael collapsed at home and died. Six months is a short time, but it seems like an enternity. The rug was pulled out from under me and my life, and I'm still trying to get up off the floor.

I've been piecing together a new life for myself and searching for a new normalcy. In the past month I've traveled to San Diego and Chicago, and I'm heading to Fort Lauderdale and Miami next weekend. I've stayed with friends in all places. Traveling has allowed me to be in new surroundings by supportive people. Going to San Diego was a bit sad; it was the first airline trip I'd taken without Michael, and I did feel his absence.

Today I chose to focus on his life. I carry his vibrant personality and joy of life with me. I remember his smile, his laugh, his compassion, and his love. I hold it close to my heart.