It seems like years ago. And like yesterday. This time last year, I was plotting my own death and it would only be a matter of days before it was carried out.
But I reached out at the last minute. A late night email to let someone know how much they meant to me. what followed wasn't part of the plan.
And now, I'm reading an entry at Matthew Good's blog and it all comes back to me like nothing has changed. A different family is mourning the loss of a daughter, mother, sister. Everything I've ever thought about not being judged for those acts we commit, rings so true in my heart right now. And I know wherever she is, she's welcome.
And maybe she's finally getting some rest.