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3 Months

I have some pretty wonderful friends. 
Let me explain.....

1) Katy! My roommate! 
Yesterday, it wasn't like I was in a terrible mood, but I defiantly wasn't in a fun playing mood. I really just wanted to sit around and kinda have a pity party. But... She said to me, "Shay! Let's make some jewelry." So I did that instead.

2) Steve! This cuteness boy!
He was having a welcome to the neighborhood party in his apartment, but I really didn't want to go with the mood I was in, however Katy told me I should go. Then Steve was pretty wonderful because there was a bunch of people, and he is so good to me. He got me food, and brownies, and we played games and he just made me laugh and be happy.

I am surrounded by such wonderful people. I really love me life. At the same time, I can't believe 3 months ago I said goodbye.
It's been such a blur.
I was told last night that it really never gets easier but you learn to have more acceptance.
I truly hope I am on that path because I know the Lord has a plan for my dear friends. 
I know He loves me.
He doesn't want me to mourn all my life.

A Blur.

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