“…I am a tambourine. Don’t put me aside till the fast-dancing starts. Play me some all along. Help me with these little sounds…”
The darkness is beginning to subside, as Michelle and I continue the strive to focus on fond memories over reliving the pain of Brittani’s passing. The things I’ll miss about Brittani are too numerous to catalog, though what seems to stand out in the forefront of my mind these days was our shared love of Rumi. As this post marks my tentative return to the blogosphere, I’d like to post a couple of pictures of “B” — pictures representative of the way Michelle and I want to remember her.
Unfortunately, the business side of one’s passing must be dealt with rather quickly, and this will occupy a good deal of my free time in the coming weeks. I am ready, though — and I know B would want me — to get back in the swing of things as soon as possible. That’s exactly what I intend to do.
I can’t say when my first “back to normal” post will be, but it will be soon. Thanks for hanging in there with me (and Michelle), folks. Thanks for all the kind words, prayers and comments. They helped more than you’ll ever know.