April has always been a month of transition. It is a bridge between the cold grip of winter and the gentle warmth of spring. This year, from the very first day of April, everything changed. It brought a storm of unexpected events. Each event was seemingly more challenging than the last. The rain fell heavily, and with it, my tears seemed to mirror the sky’s incessant cry.
It was as if life had decided to test every bit of resilience I had built up over the years. Each day, I found myself navigating through emotions I thought I had long mastered. Loss and uncertainty knocked at my door, unannounced, demanding attention. I found solace in small things. I took comfort in the sound of rain tapping against my window. I also cherished the quiet moments of solitude where I could just be with my thoughts.
Despite the chaos, April also served as a reminder of my inner strength. I learned to embrace vulnerability, understanding that it is not a weakness but a profound source of courage. There were days when I felt like I was merely surviving. However, I held onto the belief that brighter days were ahead. I allowed myself to feel fully, knowing that acknowledging my emotions was the first step towards healing.
As May arrives, I find myself yearning for its promise of renewal. The fragrance of fresh blooms is enchanting. The vibrant colors of budding flowers remind me that beauty can emerge from even the harshest conditions. Just as nature renews itself, I am hopeful that I too will find restoration.
There is something inherently comforting in the cyclical nature of life. Each season follows the other. This cycle is unwavering in its promise of change. I hold onto this thought, letting it guide me through the lingering shadows of April. With each passing day, I welcome the healing May brings. I allow myself to grow and to heal. I embrace whatever comes next with an open heart.
Rest in Peace to my Auntie Annetta Norfleet & my classmate, friend & prom date Xurry Eldridge. Class of 88 Dominates!!
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