I believe I owe all my readers an explanation as to why I’ve been absent of here for 85 days. I suffered a major loss in my life and have been working through my depression from it. On April 3, 2017, I buried my best friend. He was a brother to me, a confidant, my go-to person when I was sad, happy, confused, had questions about life, or just wanted to talk.
Death is an uncomfortable subject for most people, some even avoid it at all costs Most of us have experienced it in some form, be it a beloved family pet, a family member, or a friend. It never gets easy. The pain never goes away. There’s a hole that’s ripped in your heart and no matter how hard you try, you can never fill.
You can try to fill the void with other things that make you happy but there will always be that ache that is a reminder of what you lost. I will always miss him and there will always be an emptiness in my heart but one thing that is comforting, I know without a doubt that I will see him again one day and I look forward to that so much.