February 5, 2005
Philadelphia, PA
I just felt like posting a picture of us together, when we were happy and healthy and could take on anything, together. I want to remember that time, even though it’s gone now.
Tonight was Week #5 of the therapy group, and people passed around photos and talked about their loved ones. Thursday nights can be meaningful and emotionally demanding in equal measure, but how strange it is to describe how rewarding catharsis can be… I suppose it may be compared to running a mile for the first time: out of breath, muscles in agony, and the good feelings kick in after finishing. Until then it feels like a form of punishment, but ultimately we know there is something good to come of it, we just have to be patient.
At the core of it all, however, is that we miss our loved ones. Every. Single. Day. There was never enough time to say everything we wanted to say, do everything we wanted to do. We have to learn to live without them, and it’s hard. And that’s why we’re there.
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