Acceptance

It's an odd feeling. One that seems to have crept up on me.

I'm cleaning my kitchen, with my iPod. Listening to music, having a dance, throwing stuff away. It's good, it's relaxing.

There was a time I thought I would never be able to listen to music again. Last April, on the flight to New York, I watched Happy Feet and cried my way through it. I have cried most mornings on my way to work in the car, listening to Radio 2. Today there are no tears.

I thought about Eric and Louigi and while I miss them terribly, I can smile about the memories.

I don't think I can say goodbye quite yet, but since life has dragged me forward to this point I'll just have to wait for it to take me the rest of the way.