Tough Week

It’s been a tough week.  This is the week that I lost my dearest friend, Rick, 6 years ago.  Some people, though they are gone from our life, never leave us.  Rick was a one-in-a-million and I still miss him. 

The feeling of losing someone who’s integral part of your life is not something you can explain.  To spend hours, days, years getting to know and love someone and  then POOF, to have them taken from you, without warning and way too soon, is devastating.  I have learned to appreciate what is left behind.  I have learned to appreciate how lucky I was to have known him.  But I have never learned to stop missing him. 

So right around May 22nd every year,  I’m especially sensitive.  Yesterday I decided to cry at the gym.  Decided is not really an accurate word to describe what happened.  Actually, I couldn’t stop myself from crying at the gym and had to leave before I even worked out.  I went home and went back to bed.  I haven’t done that in a very long time. 

But today was a new day and I got in a good workout.  Rick loved me, he told me so often, not only words but actions.  He would have wanted the best for me.  I try to remember that on my bad days.  It’s easy to remember the bad stuff about ourselves.  There are certainly plenty of people willing to tell us what’s wrong with us!  But I hold in my heart the memory of a man who ALWAYS told me what was RIGHT with me.  And that’s something I’ll always treasure.  Thank you, Baby.