Bitter Sweet

Last night I lay awake thinking. How bitter sweet to be going home and she will not be there. I’ve been so excited to move back that I never stopped to think about that.

But as I thought more about it, I thought she may not be there physically, but she will be there in spirit.

She is where there is no more tragedy in her life. where the one who silenced her cannot harm her. I can sit and drink coffee, every morning and know that she near. She is where she was the happiest, on the lake, drifting in the wake of some boat. Maybe just watching from afar.

Knowing this has brought me peace of mind, but still a little sad. Knowing that if I want to talk to her I can and she will listen.

She is my inspiration for this blog. and with her near maybe I can be more inspired.