Turning the Page in the Grieving Process

It’s the beginning of a new month and a new chapter in my life.

I’m desperately trying to pick up the pieces in this grieving process, but it’s so darn hard. Everywhere I turn, I am reminded of TK, albeit good memories. I feel like she’s visited me a few times already and I know without a doubt that she is watching over “her therapy.” I used to call her before lunch because she would laugh and smile every time she heard Genny saying her grace.

A few nights ago, I drove down 14th Street in Northwest DC and was bombarded with emotions. I knew it was to be expected since we went to school together, lived together, and worked numerous jobs together. I passed Columbia Road and thought of the many shuttle bus rides from The Yard to Meridian Hill Hall.  I went a little further and passed Fairmont and remembered our volunteer days at Sojourners Neighborhood Center.  The closer I got to U Street, the more I cried and laughed.  I looked at our old hair salon next door to the once-upon-a-time hot spot Republic Gardens and reflected on the late nights and early mornings we spent there making our hair FIERCE. It was much better option than when I slapped a relaxer in TK’s hair and honored her request to “thin it out.” What a disaster!

I’m comforted to know that my girl is at eternal rest and that she was able to see how much she was loved.  I really don’t know why she was so surprised about it. Have you seen the awesome tribute that her childhood friend made?  It gets to me every time!

Well, I know you’ve heard it before, but I’m baaaaaaack! It’s November and my hibernation has begun. LOL. I hope you understand when my posts include reflections of my best friend.  I miss her so much and I have vowed to keep her memory alive, but I have a lot in store for this month.  Hang on for the ride!

Keep It Moving!