The past three weeks were rough. I was constantly bombarded with reminders of his absence and cried, a lot. I felt more alone and lost then I had since he died. But over the weekend, while in Mazama, a cloud lifted. What is normally a moody and difficult time for me - wasn't. I no longer look at Goat Wall with anger. I no longer look up its flanks and imagine what happened on that fateful day. I still wonder why it didn't rain that day - but know that those thoughts are pointless. What happened, happened.
So tonight I'm taking a brown bagged bottle of IPA, going to my favorite spot in the city and will celebrate Ryan's life.
Ryan Alan Murray Triplett June 5, 1977 - September 7, 2008
1 comment:
Jen,
Though we barely know each other, I just wanted to express my condolences to you. As you said, things cannot be changed, and you will never be the same. I guess the best thing you can do is go on living life to the limit in Ryan's honor, since that's how it sounds like he lived his life.
Raise a glass, cry a little & smile for all the good memories.
Best wishes, Rick
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