its a mystery. . .why some of us make it and why some of
us cant seem to get free from the pain.

even those who are surrounded with the best kind of love.

sometimes you try and you try and you try and you try,
but you still cant reach through the darkness enough
to grab the hand that needs it so badly.

and sometimes, a soul gets so worn down, they dont
even recognize the extended hand is one of help.

pain messes up our perceptions.

i dont get alot of things...
but i do get that jon is now in a place and time of complete
beauty, peace, and freedom.

and i do get that if he could, he would tell each of us
that we could not possibly control the path he took.
and we owe it to him to live as fully as we can,
and love even more. because deep down thats what
he really wanted for himself,
he just wasnt able to get there this time around.

i am thinking of all of you right now. . .

i have not forgotten.

i pray that tonight when you rest your head, you are not haunted,
but somehow comforted by the knowing that jon is
really okay. and that you will be okay too.

peace.