The week after my birthday is always a strange time. After the celebrations are done, and the presents are put away, another anniversary looms.
My dear friend Richard passed away tragically, just a few days after my birthday and just a few days before his own 28th birthday. It's been 9 years now, but at times it still feels so raw. Rich was one of the most complex and beautiful people I've ever known. Incredibly smart and talented, funny and kind, painfully shy and guarded. He was one of my best friends and still is. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and wish he was around in a more tangible way.
So I'm having a quiet week over here. Taking time to just be. Remembering, and honouring grief.