The day Joe died.
The moment you wake up and feel like a train hit you from out of no-where.
The time you cry for no reason (well no reason at that moment other than the underlying sadness and longing that is there).
I can remember events of this day crystal clear.
But this year - I haven't been hit by a train yet ... I haven't cried (close - but not yet :))
I miss him everyday - I think of him everyday.
I wonder what he's doing and thinking.
There will always be a part of me missing - a part of all of us. It's hard losing a best friend, but it's also hard to not live.
So today - I not only want to share an amazing photo from Joe's youth...
I also want to thank all of you for helping me live. My family - my friends - strangers...Thank you!
And one last note for all who are trying to find their way without someone...Embrace the good days - know it's ok to smile - allow yourself to have sh*%y days - allow yourself to live. There is no right or wrong way. There is only your way. I think I'm finding mine.