The last few weeks have been a bit crazy. Illness in the family, trying to get the details of my book submitted for publishing etc. Then last week I received news that my best friend’s high school boyfriend had been accidentally killed. It was a shock we could have never been prepared for and my heart hurt for my friend. It hurt for his family and it hurt for him. He was still young and handsome, a great elementary teacher and so loved by so many. It had been years since we had seen him but it took me back to being sixteen and spending the whole summer at his house. My friend had many firsts with him and I had a few firsts with his brother. shh.
Doors to our past close as we walk into our future, sometimes we can return and visit for short times. When I found out about his death I heard that particular door lock. Sometimes we can’t return, all that’s left is to look ahead.