Posted on Saturday 10 July 2004
Open letter to readers:
I am not obsessed, consumed, nor am I living in the past. This journal is the one only place I could allow myself the luxury of emotion- one place I can yell, scream, cry, hate, wallow in depression, and curse the unfairness of death. Vent my anger and frustration and celebrate each small victory…
It may appear that I’m not healing – but I am. There has to be some place where the wounds remain open and bloody – or there is a danger of losing touch with the reason I started this fight in the first place.
Maybe I need this fight – something to tear into until the part I wouldn’t have made it through has passed.
I fell over your web site whilst searching for something completely different.
It is a site that really touched my heart. I marvel at your strength and fortitude through the last 18 months. My, how you must love Ricky and his memory!
I’m sorry that I am not able to do more than offer my sympathy and respect.
Hang in there – it’s a long, lonely road but it’s worth every step…
Best regards
‘debvhu