Why do the sunsets matter to me? You will likely see these all over my page over time. That is if I keep up with this. Sunsets matter to me because of my best friend. She was an incredibly talented artist. Her ability to see the beauty in everything was something I always admired about her. She was so strong, powerful, and kind. She was my rock. She was one of the people I could always lean on and cry to. She was my closest friend. She is now the Angel in the sky that paints all the sunsets we now see. She died almost 2 years ago… She took her own life. Typing this now rips my heart wide open. I haven’t fully grieved her. I haven’t forgiven her either for leaving. What a complicated mess of emotions. To be over run with grief and also anger. She chose to leave. That is something that burns. She was struggling I know that. There is a lot more around her death that also absolutely wrecks me. I am not sure we are at that point yet for me to share. Time will tell I guess.

I keep a close and small circle. Her death has left a void that I have not filled. I don’t think I want to. Maybe that part of me is supposed to be with her. Is that weird? Haha I am not even sure if that makes sense. If you are reading this and it does good. If it doesn’t oh well. My brain thinks it makes sense. God I miss her though. The grief is ugly. It’s heavy. I am waiting for it to feel less. However, I think that means I have to let some of the emotions out in order for them to be less. Today I am missing my friend. If you see a sunset tonight and it’s a bright pink know that it was her. She wanted you to be seen too.