I didn't write much yesterday. It was a day of mourning. I needed to just be sad and to let go a little at a time, saying goodbye as I piled the rubble. I haven't lit the match yet, but I will soon. And that fire will burn brightly as a sign of new life to come.

Yesterday was tough. I fought tears all along the way. I had a very important appointment that got me started sorting through the rubble, organizing it so it will burn well when the time comes to light the match. 

Today was a little bit better. No songs on the radio to tempt me to believe the old lies. No communication to try to reel me back in. Friends checking on me every day. Work to occupy my time and thoughts. 

Not all the days ahead will go as easily as today did. There will be many more like yesterday. But I will continue to move forward, to organize the rubble and get ready to light the match. 

A little bit stronger. Here is gone.