Today is week 2 of me finally teaching my art class. I am blessed to have a great group of kids from the neighborhood. We had a lot of fun today painting rocks.
Some time during the day, the sky got grey. I didn't know if it would snow or rain. But I knew one thing, I miss my girl who passed away. I actually thought that she was going to be calling me any minute or drive down my street in her little white car but, I realized, she's not here. She's gone. She died. And even though I lost people before, she was close, she was a true sister. More than that to a certain degree, I know my sadness is selfish, I want her back for me. I know her parents miss her far more than I will ever understand. For fear of turning this blog into a big grief session, I'm gonna take a break and figure out this pain.