I sit here watching the Super Bowl where the Steelers and Packers are playing each other. Keith and I are at a friend’s house just enjoying each other’s company. It’s nice instead of just being at home.
I sit here thinking about how this little pink journal I bring with me almost everywhere has become quite a companion for me. I am able to write down my thoughts that might otherwise be lost forever. It’s nice to know I have this.
Some people think this is my personal diary. I tell them no. It is just where all those things that are rattling around inside my head can be put to paper and pencil to be then transferred to Mari’s site later.
It gives me peace to know I have this. I am better able to share the thoughts that might otherwise just be lost. To be honest, it’s comforting to have this with me whether I am at work or at church or like now sitting here watching the Super Bowl.
What surprises me the most is I would have never started to write like this if it had not been for the tragedy and lost of our beloved daughter. In every tragedy it is good to find something good that can come out of it. For me, it has been realizing that my writing is an outlet for me and how it has touched other people’s lives as well.