I don't know if it was the trip to McCallie, the long walk today or just that I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I was happy for the first time in two years. I laughed out loud. I stood straight and strong, my eyes were not puffy and I was interested in connecting with other people.
Does this mean I am seeing the light at the end of the longest, darkest tunnel named in the honor of grief? Will the darkness come back, most surely it will during milestones of Tony and David's lives or during the holidays; but for now I will bask in the light.
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