Moving on, Living

Although it pained me to miss Samhain/Halloween with my friends this year, I really did need to be present at my friend Guy's funeral. It gave me the necessary perspective to let most of my anger go over his suicide, it gave me the opportunity to reconnect with some old friends, and lend a hand to those were were still suffering over his passing.

My heartfelt thanks go to Mike S. and the eulogy his delivered at the church. His unabashed honesty and the strength he showed really helped to lift me beyond that dark, angry place where I stewed. Now I'm just sad and mournful of the great loss that we all suffer without the gift of our friend.

We had a Dumb Supper with friends on Tuesday and I like to believe that our dead shared the dinner table with us. Oddly, the apartment was quite warm, but the empty chair we left at the table to accommodate our invited spirits was quite chilly.

We raised a toast to absent friends, both dead and still living, and raised a toast to each other. Our friends and family are truly a blessing that should never be taken for granted.

It's time to keep going. Walk with me and I'll shorten the road by telling you a story.