Kiss on the Forehead

Nine years ago today was the last time I saw Robert. I got a kiss on the forehead.

I thought it was the worst day of my life. It wasn't.

I thought I would never love again. I did.

I didn't know if I could do it. I have.

We all have made it through thick and thin, from then and to today. We've cursed him. We've exaulted him. We've never forgotten him. No one has stopped loving him.

Lightening has struck twice for me.

But this time I won't wonder, I know: Bad shit will happen. I will love again. I can do anything. And....tomorrow is just May 2nd.