Night Falls Fast

thinking about that, and a few other things almost has me feeling alive again.

I’ll share my uplift story, might help someone. A year and a half ago there were protests across the country, and a young man in the city where I was born died. I don’t live there now, but the guy was my age, it tugged at my heart. I wrote a heartfelt eulogy for the wonderful young man that was taken from us, because he was as generous and kind as they come.

This afternoon, I got a note out of the blue thanking me for what I said. I was puzzled because I didn’t remember saying it, then I looked at the name again, it was the mother of that young man, and she was thanking me for what I said, and telling me his killer had been brought to justice. Damn it, crying now.

Growing up, I was taught not to cry. Yet sometimes when I’m really tired, and really touched I can still do it. It feels good, like my pain is running out with the salt water on the side of my face.

A day at a time, that’s all I do now. Maybe someday, there will be a point again. It’s a dream, but as you say, whatever it takes to get through hell.