Resiliency

Six months ago, I lost my best friend.

It hasn’t gotten any easier. The first few sunny days of spring made me sad to the point where I couldn’t even go outside to enjoy them because those were the days when we’d play until the sun went down.

There are mornings when I wake up thinking it was still just a bad dream.

There are nights when I wake up because the dreams haunt me.

I have discovered a new passion in cycling. And, for once, I can understand how it can be used as an escape. In fact, I’ve found it quite ironic that the only time I am able to forget everything is when I am on my bike.

Over the past six months, my path has crossed with so many good people. It is amazing how when one door closes, another one opens. I can’t help but feel fortunate, like someone is looking out for me.

Someone whom I’ve shared my story with called me resilient. I suppose that is a compliment, but I know no other way to be.