It's been a year now. So much has happened in these last twelve months. I still remember the last time I saw you, at my work. You had no idea the hell I was going through. I still feel bad I didn't call, I just couldn't. There was so much on my plate I just couldn't add more to it. More not fun stuff. Not fun stuff that began within weeks of August 20. First the unexpected most terrifying trip to the ER. Then struggling to find the care needed and get things going in the right direction.
Then a few months into that ordeal and figuring things out, the fall. The fall that lead to the extended stay, not knowing if a return home would happen. That's when I saw you for the last time, right in the middle of all that. When I needed support the most, when I needed someone to say it'll be ok, it'll work out. I did have help, just not the arms around me to support me. It wasn't fun.
I still miss chatting though, telling stories, making jokes. I saw your words, a definite dig at me. I wonder if you saw mine? I still care, I think I always will. I do truly hope there is less to complain about in this world. I really wish we could be friends. Maybe enough time has passed and we can or maybe not. I don't know.
take care,
