Random Musings

The saxophonist for the Dave Matthews Band died today. In remembering him, Dave Matthews said: "Its easier to leave than be left."

After the loss of my Dad and Ines, I'm beginning to see that there's a lot of truth in that statement.

It's always up to the living to pick up the pieces, try to put life back together and move on.

Life has moved on. Things have kind of gotten back to normal.

And it because of the return to normalcy that I find myself lying awake at night, wracked with guilt, wondering why it hurts less to think of her now than it did a few weeks ago.

Does it mean I did not love her so much? Or is it because I never got the chance to know her and therefore not have enough to miss that things seem to be getting better?