The more I think about how I want to start this entry, the more I go back and erase what I had written. Someone dear to me passed away recently, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Part of me is sad, wishing you were still here, wishing I could have visit you one last time, to talk and share more about life. Part of me is at peace that you are no longer in pain.
I can’t imagine how everyone felt once they knew you were gone. I was shocked, and It took me a full day to realized that I won’t see you again. I cried a bit knowing that I did not get to say good-bye in person. I hope you know that I asked about you everyday, and I asked that hugs and well wishes were given to you from me.
Thinking about all the time I spent with you while I was growing up, brings back a lot of memories that I have not thought about in a while. I remember certain memories very vividly of places we visited together. Like the one time I went to meditation class with you and I sat near a window on the second floor of a building looking outside at the flowers and the pathway into the building. I remember visiting your home and eating those butter candies in the yellow wrappers. These and more memories keep going through my mind, and I keep thinking of the words you told my mom, and maybe just maybe you were right. I thank you for always loving me and caring about it, and I know some day our paths will cross once again.
Rest In Peace.