It's been 6 months ...

My best friend has been gone now for 6 months, yet the whole scenario remains clear in my mind as though it were yesterday. Nothing has been the same -- but then it couldn't, could it? -- since he passed. I truly miss him. I miss being able to talk to him. I miss his advise -- whether taken or not. He was my sounding board -- for good and bad. And he always supported my creative nature. That, I think was the most valuable part of our relationship. That, and the love we offered each other simply because we were friends. Through his love and his support he proved to be a major part of what inspires me. Now he's gone. I cling to his memory; the memories we made and shared -- in hopes that by keeping him close in my heart he will continue to inspire me to follow my dream as he admonished me in the letter he wrote me just 4 days before he died.

I gave those words (and a few others that are a bit more personal than I want to post) to the little voice inside my head, so that she could constantly remind me and help me not forget that not just I, but someone very dear believed in me, and that I CAN DO THIS!