Compelled

I am amazed at the different people from all over the world who are coming to visit this blog. In a way I feel compelled to write something each day. However that would take away what I think brings people here, genuineness. I am not writing ‘for’ people but ‘to’ people about my journey. I try to be as detailed and explicit as I can without compromising other people’s privacy. I try not to hold back my feelings, emotions, or thoughts. Also, I’d like to think this is not a wall to splatter self-pity on. This tragic loss has devastated my foundation as a person and my identity. I recently told a friend that people die everyday. For each person who dies, there are many left behind to morn. If you think about it, at any given moment, half the population of the world is morning the death of a loved one. That means most of humanity spends most of its time grieving the death of others. It’s strange that grief, as a solitary event, is experience by so many people at any given moment…

On a happier note, August has continued to be kind to me. Nothing major has occurred that is of blog worthy to write about. I hope all is well for everyone.

kel