December 1st
That time of the year where I take a little "life inventory" and figure out if I'm even happy
Five years ago my best friend died.
Was it suicide? Was it manslaughter? I’ll never know, and I’ve had to settle within myself that knowing won’t make him suddenly not dead, and it’s not like either is preferable…I mean what kind of choice is that? Perhaps the mystery is a hidden blessing… He’s just gone. That’s it.
But grieving in two different direction…
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