Therapy

I went to Maryanne's funeral. It is the first funeral I have ever been to. I cried. And I hardly even knew her.

But it was a nice service all the same. She was a wonderful person. I wish I had known her better.

There were so many people there. I wonder if Maryanne knows how many people she affected, if only in the smallest way. I wonder how many people all of us affect? Wouldn't it be nice to have a gathering like the one that went on tonight, only not because someone died? Just to see how much difference you have made in the world? We should do that.

And I never realized how theraputic the Lion King can be. I listened to it, on a whim, and honestly from The Circle of Life to Hakuna Matata I felt sooooooo much better. Life goes on, in the great cosmic plan, and we have no control, but it still goes on. And someone or something made it work that way, and it all has a purpose and happens for a reason. I am so good with that.

And soon I think I will return this journal to my normal recording of funny things in my life, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten. It just means I am moving on. I will take this with me, but I will go forward.

Thank you all for being in my life. Everyone means something to me, even if it is only a little something.