The day after...

Today is the day after the day I thought my world would stop... Yesterday I woke up to the news that my sister had taken her own life. Admittedly, she wasn't my sister by genes, but in every other sense of the word.

We shared more things with each other than any other family.

In the aftermath of those news, what hit me most were the guilt of never noticing just how much she must have struggled with her daily demons - but also just how many lives my sister influenced in such a positive manner.

The out pour of love on her Facebook page cemented my beliefs that she was that human looking guardian Angel not only for me, but for a lot of people from all corners of the world.

I do like to believe she finally found the peace and happiness that she longed for and continues to watch over us from her cloud. She sure will keep all the hunky male Angels on their toes.

Cheryl would have wanted us to move on, even though I am struggling with that right now... wherever I look, I see "likes", comments, notes and pics from her.

Yet, I learned that I have a great network of friends that is willing to help me through the Darkness, back into the light - and one special "rock" to lean on or hide behind.

Cheryl, I will never forget the time we were allowed to share together - I am a better person for having met you.

Leave a few Angels for me, Squishy... and I guess, my world just temporarily slowed down, but didn't stop altogether. There will be another tomorrow...