craazhy

Welcome to March. As the cold slowly begins to fade away to make room for the blossoming of spring, and a renewed season of growth— I also grow hopeful my heart will continue to be on the mend. It has not been an easy last few months (a vast understatement), but I carry on with the good fight to find my comfort, solace and joy. God willing, with some of the painful darkness behind me, I can look forward to brighter things. Though I am saddened to report: I am still trying to deal with all of the aspects of Terry's estate, along with the lingering reactions of the vaccine— and feeling the additional pressures of work and school, and so the never-ending battles carry on. Honestly, it still feels strange not seeing Terry whenever I stop by his house. His scent continues to linger in the air, and I wonder what he might have been doing, if he were still here. No doubt sitting in his cozy chair, reading a newspaper, or chatting about his neighbors, who liked to check in on him too