I had to leave and went outside for a run. The closer I got to the street the more obvious it was that tears were going to come. As I took off running a big, fat tear began to slowly roll down my cheek and I struggled to breathe. The farther I went the easier it was to breathe and the more at peace I began to feel. I don't know what awaits us when we leave this world, but I choose to hope there is an afterlife. Afterall there are many things in this world I no longer believe in and people who are no longer here, but love and hope, those two things will never die.
|With both my grandparents at my college graduation.|