NaBloPoMo (11/2015) – Day 15: #moranstrong

I have returned home from Kansas City. Again. Our group parted ways this morning with hugs and words of friendship and love.

It was a difficult parting. Yet, my heart feels a bit lighter in some ways. It’s hard to explain. I’m not sure I understand it. So, I’m just going to go with it. I’m not going to question it. There’s been so much bad in the last month. I’m not going to question the good.

Of course, now the reality really begins to set in. There are things that must be done – lives that must be lived.

And, so, we go on.

We continue forward, bringing with us all of the joy and the sorrow, the laughter and the tears. We let them become a part of us, just as we let Sandra become a part of us.

Sandra’s physical life on this earth has ended. We don’t like it. We question – or lose – our faith. We yell out to the universe, “Unfair! It’s all unfair!” We cry. We rage against it. But we cannot change it.

And, so, we go on.

Step by persistent step.

We go on.

Gasping sobs will lessen. Tears will slowly dry.

And we go on.

Sharing our feeling will become easier. Laughing at our memories will happen more frequently.

We will go on.

Because we know it’s what Sandra would want and expect of us.

Because we want to honor Sandra and the life she lived.

Because we want to live up to the example Sandra set for us.

Because, in our own ways, we are all #moranstrong.

Because Sandra showed us how to be.