As some of you will know, my father passed away earlier this month after a struggle with illnesses since Christmas. I was upset at the time and was until the funeral, but he lived a very good life. But that isn't the main reason i'm writing this right now. I'm writing this to say how someone has supported me over that time.
I know various people have a negative impression for one reason or another on a friend of mine. But this friend has been there when I needed to cry or unwind during the hard time. While this person cannot express things at the time, I found it didn't matter. They were there and that was the main thing. Earlier this week i got a letter from that person. I feel there is a difference between reading a letter and reading something online.
I can't really explain why, but I think it comes down to the power of something written in their own hand, than typed on a screen. It does make you realise that they do care.
As this person said. Life is precious and feeling. Live in the now. Do not mourn death, celebrate life. And that is exactly what I hope to do.