Telling The Story

I started journaling my grief July 14, 2007. I have posted everything I wrote in the raw form, although I omitted some viscous venting for your sake. It is not poetic, and it is not grammatically correct and often when I read it, the thoughts are so disjointed, random, but that is my grief. It is not pretty or in perfect form or all that powerful really, perhaps it doesn't even belong on a public blog and I still debate with myself whether or not I should have left the words on the yellow blotchy notepad as they were, private. But something compelled me to speak these words out loud and I no longer hesitate in my life. Life is too short for hesitation and if I am compelled by something (I believe this power is from God, the Universe) than I should not live in fear, but take the leap because you never know where it is going to take you and that is a good thing. Life SHOULD be an adventure and if you have people to share that adventure with, all the better. Cherish them always. Love them with all of your heart, do not hesitate to do this even when you feel vulnerable as if you could just break with the love of them and the fear of losing them, love them anyway.