Year
I’m recognizing one year anniversaries of things. The anniversary of when Luke got sick. The anniversary of starting my secret bank account so I could move out. It all passed so quickly.
A year ago, Kelly entered into my life by way of a long lost friend. I helped her get hired to my company and we connected instantly. I remember talking to her during the first few days and pretending that things were good at home, that I was strong.
When we realized how much we had in common and that we could be truly open and honest friends, we started to share everything. I’ve never had a friend like her before.
The first night that I spent alone, after I moved out, hit me harder than I had been expecting. I was spiraling so hard being alone for the first time in eight years. I got a text message from a number that wasn’t saved in my phone, Kelly was telling me that I was loved and would be okay. She somehow just knew. She is inspirational to me as a single woman.
When I thought I was falling for someone (a few entries ago) she reminded me that I have an addiction to falling in love, and I need to have more respect for myself. If there are any red flags, walk away, don’t spend your time trying to justify them. Most importantly she taught me how to teach myself to be alone. She’s helped me fall in love with myself again.
Kelly is leaving on an incredible journey to Thailand and Korea for a year. The things that she has accomplished simply by deciding to do them would blow most people away. I’m going to miss her, but I can’t seem to indulge the sadness of her not being a text message away. It’s a cliche, but I truly carry her in my heart. I want to make her proud. I will. I know that she and I will be a part of each other’s lives forever. I carry the faith in true friendship instead of the pain of being far away.
Of all of the gifts that have come with this process, she is the best one.
Professional Driver, Closed Course 