Today makes one year since someone that means the world to me was ripped away without notice. No matter the circumstance, reason, or outcome...it happened. There are days I try to forget that it happened. There are days that I am happy. I never thought that I could be happy. When I am happy I feel guilty. Should I be happy? Should I feel joy and pleasure when she can't? I know that she wouldn't want me to feel that way. I know she spent every waking day trying to make my life better. She would want me to have the best experiences life has to offer.
The range of emotions are wide and deep. They change daily. As I ask myself why some people have the best life with all the things they need, and we have to struggle for the little bit we have I try to think that there is a bigger picture. There must be something better in store for me...us...my family.
