Forward we go

We were so young.

Pages to fill. Chapters unwritten. Stories to live.

They were all right there. All ahead. So many blank pages.

We were so young.

Unready. Unwilling to entertain a before and after. A life without.

And yet, here we are. 13 years later.

Bruised. Scarred. Broken, yet rebuilt.

We’ve filled many pages since. A couple new chapters. Not always our best work. Nor our prettiest moments. But we kept turning pages.

And somehow, you still found a way in. Woven in our tears, thoughts, and tiny moments. Like the cardinal in the tree, or the smell of sunscreen, or the salsa spilled on a sweatshirt.

You’ve stayed. You’ve danced alongside. Whispered to us when we wanted, when we needed your embrace.

We were so young. Yet we found a way forward. We’ve stumbled, reversed, and cursed along the way. But because of you, because of the pages we filled with you before. We kept on writing.

I’m proud of that. Proud of us. Proud of turning another page, together.

Now older, I see and know so many thrown into grief. Into an altering unknown that ages you in seconds. With a sharpness so tender, just breathing hurts.

All I can say, all I’ve learned, is that there is no “through” it’s only forward.

Keep moving forward. Keep on writing. One tiny step. One scribbled word.

I’m sorry it’s not easier. I’m sorry you can’t go back. But no matter what you’ve lost or what you’re going through, the joy, the love, it’s holding on inside of you. It carries with.

It gets less hard. Less heavy.

We were so young. And we still are. Forward we go.

Together.

#playyou

Coach D

Thanks for reading and sharing. I hope it leaves you encouraged.