One Year

It's been a year. I tried calling his phone this morning to listen to his voicemail greeting but it's gone. I don't know how that happened as I've kept his phone active. It made me sad that I couldn't hear his voice this morning.

I stayed up late last night talking to my sister about Jon's last days. I'll spend the next few days with family doing some purposeful activities to remember him. We will laugh and cry and be strong together.

My uncle read a poem at my grandma's funeral last Saturday and I keep going over the last part in my mind:

"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
It is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy."
From the poem Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

I sure have some broken dreams, but life is beautiful still. Thank you to all of you who have been such a huge part of my journey. I love you and I'm grateful we can help each other through the drudgery.

And to Jonathan Brady: I always told you I would love you forever. It's as true now as it has ever been.