o experience such tragic things at the young age of 24, losing pets and family members loved dearly are pretty much, well, normal. And I know this to be a bleak start to my day, but when you've lost someone who you've known for a short while and yet felt like you've known them your whole life, it cuts even deeper. I feel like I will be licking my wounds for a long time after this… Many will offer their condolences and hugs, signs of affection, support and tell me that everything will be alright. But I don't want that. The rare standout will tell me to keep moving on, with a straight face. The face that knows what I'm going through, the one to give me that extra push. I don't need that either. But what I do need…
I awoke this morning first from a cool breeze through my window from the previous night's thunderstorm. Spring was here in the nation's capital, robins were chirping outdoors and it was decent weather for the neighbourhood kids to get up early and play around, hop scotch and whatnot. A few screamed in joy, laughed and giggled. So innocent – just little things that didn't know what would round the corner in adulthood. A pity.