2 With Spirit

my previous post

kinda feel like i should explain about it. y’all have been so supportive, some of you are probably wondering wtf was that?

damn- not sure what i’m saying here. trying to explain what i’m doing to me as much as anyone.

all i can say is we didn’t get to the morning rick died -the way he died- on a road of good intentions. we lost our way for awhile. mostly life started running us instead of us running our life.  i’ve been dealing with the aftermath for about a year and a half now- i need to start dealing with the beginning of the end part. i considered not putting it here but that somehow seemed disloyal to myself. the previous post may be the only thing i ever write about it- but i doubt so. it’s hard because so so much of it i’m not proud of. i’ve buried it deep and deeper and now understand wounds never heal if you never let them breathe. god help us, we had a lot lot of wounds. doesn’t change how much we loved eachother, made us love eachother more that we were finally surviving it.

these entries will be in their own category. the writing will be different because it comes from a different place. it’s still us though. it’s how we got to October 25, 2003- the end.