Thursday, July 9, 2015

Whiskey in hand, endorphins swarming my system, I write this with a smile. Sometimes your own grief has no significance when compared to the joy of your loved ones. It is not an everyday occurrence that you lose something dear to but gain something that means more, much more. Today was one such day.

Today will go down as a day I might never forget, which is why it warrants this post... and because it is about a couple of people I adore to bits. It is not about me. Never was. Never will be. I've come to figure the best things in life are never about you. They're about the people that complete you.