Five years ago, Larry and I got the news that would mark the beginning of the end for him and the beginning of a massive change for me.
Five years ago, I was an angry and confused person who had a lot of learning and growing to do.
Five years ago, I realized that I would forever change and it was up to me to choose if it was going to be for the better or for the worse.
I hope that history agrees that it was for the better.
Today, after the realization of the anniversary of my last dinner with Larry (at the Cannon Coffee Co – he had the American Sandwich, I had the power bowl), I allowed myself time to grieve openly, in public, on the GO Train. I gave myself leave to grieve publicly on Facebook and remember the better times and share my love for two incredible people who gave us one last time to have as close to normal an evening out, despite the fact he was wheelchair bound, was six-foot-four and weighed 115 lbs, prone to falling asleep midstream and, despite the July heat, constantly cold.
Today after meeting up with someone who, honestly, made my life at that time a lot more difficult than necessary because of someone else who had a personal vendetta against me, I realized that I forgave that person as they were “just doing their job.”
Today I’m processing a lot of complex emotions and reflecting on the changes in my life over the past five years. It’s a lot to do and I still have so much more to go.