It's been a really long time since I last wrote. Mostly because it terrifies me. I became content to really just stop being introspective about Meghan's death. I became content to let the healing happen. Tomorrow will mark 6 months since she passed away. Two months since I moved to Virginia Beach and started my new job. I can't even begin to describe the amount of heartache and stress my family has been through over the past year. But we're still here. We're still fighting through the days. We still cry. A lot more than I anticipated, actually. I almost thought that I would be fixed after a few months. Almost like my wound had closed up, the stitches were taken out... but the scar is still there. I'm changed... a much different girl than I was a year ago. My heart is different. I still appreciate design and beauty... (like these... they're my favorite)
But it's different now. It means less than it did before. Mostly because I cherish life. And love. It's waiting.
