The second anniversary of my dear friend’s death, it feels as if it were moments ago and an age ago too. My sorrow is gentle, poignant – it no longer has the power to bring me to my knees. That does not mean I love her less or I have forgotten what she meant to me. Its a real sense that she is in me now, walks with me daily, is part of who I am and what I do. What greater tribute to a loved one can there be?
My Journaling Journey
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