Why would I chose to see a play about a mother losing her daughter?
Am I a glutton for punishment?
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I chose to go because pretending death doesn't exist isn't an option. I can't run from reminders of that terrible truth.
I chose to go because this play is about so much more than death. It is about friendship and strength; two of the things that have gotten me this far in my post-Noelle return to life.
I haven't always had the strength, but I have had a wonderful group of women to drag my ass out of bed when I couldn't physically lift my head off the pillow.
They indulge me when I want to walk three blocks in high heels so I can spin in circles at the Center of the Universe.
They make me realize I can do this. I can have laughter through tears.
To all of my friends...you know I'm not a mushy person, so this is as good as it gets...THANK YOU!
Thank you for being you and letting me be me (even when I'm doing crazy shit).
Thank you for walking down this dark road with me-holding my hand, lending me your light.
Thank you for loving me and making me FEEL love!
I may not always say it or even show it, but I wouldn't be where I am right now without you. And I fucking love you for that...forever and always....