Two weeks. . .

Reflection. Two weeks ago, on Wednesday I walked down the hall at work. I was with a coworker who asked me why I was so happy. My reply to him was this, "Things with my friends. . . things in my friend's lives are just going so great! I feel so happy for them that my chest cannot possibly expand anymore. I am just beyond happy and giddy."
His reply, "That's what we call 'Livin the dream'".
He is so right.
It was the most pure, overwhelming, amazing feeling.
I love my friends.
By 7:50am Thursday morning that feeling couldn't have taken a harder 180 degree turn.
When someone is taken from us it leaves a hole which quickly fills with grief, sadness, anger and loneliness. In today's society where seemingly EVERY question can be Googled and answered, for this question, there is no answer and we are left to find our way from deep inside our own souls, hearts and minds.
This morning I awoke to birds singing, chilly spring air and sunshine.
This morning I made breakfast and coffee and sat on my couch and let my mind wonder out through my window and into the trees.
I thought about the past three days and the friends I have shared each of them with.
I moved to this apartment in the dead of winter. The trees were bare, the ground was cold and hard and the skies were grey.
Today, all of that is giving way to leaves, grass, flowers, sunshine . . . life.
It is the simplest reminder that even the deepest hole will not remain empty.