So... life has this way of throwing you off your tracks just to test your mettle. I'm going through that. My life has been uprooted and tossed around like a beanbag in an elementary school game of hot potato. I lost my husband just over 2 months ago. And, no, I don't mean we 'separated' or we're going through a hard time. No. He's gone. I was with him to the very end and I couldn't help him. It's just me and our daughter now. I'll tell you, this whole process has been the most difficult thing I have ever faced in my life. 12 years of the greatest times in my life burnt down to the lowest of lows. But I'm managing. It's a daily chore of waking up and putting one foot in front of the other, but I'm doing it. So far, in all this, it has really shown me what is worth my time. Things that used to bother me are nothing now. The stress that pressed on me like a raging, oncoming storm barely registers as more than just another item on my to-do list. Things that cause people to throw their hands up with frustration, anger, rage, or offence just isn't even worth my time. It can be nice at times... except all those things are replaced by how much I just want my best friend back, to hear him laugh, to hold him, to hear him say my name, to joke with me, to travel down this road that is life.
Instead, I am here and he has moved on... and how I miss him so.