Yesterday.

I'm not gonna lie - yesterday was a rough one.  While I will always remember the events that took place on 9.11.01, this date gained new significance in my life two years ago.  There's not much more I can say that I haven't already said here and here - I still miss him like crazy and there are still mornings I wake up from a dream so real that I would swear he's still here.

Except that he's not.

The feelings of sadness actually started creeping in on Monday night and I spent most of yesterday morning on the verge of tears.  Around lunch time, I found myself minutes away from throwing up as I pulled into a local shopping center, which happened to be the location of a fatal shooting the day before.  Just the thought of seeing human blood on the asphalt brought back memories from the accident that I've not allowed myself to think about in a long time.  The Lord completely protected my heart and my mind, though, and gave me the opportunity to talk about Michael with a smile.

It felt good.

The tears eventually did come, as they always do, but God ordained the perfect group of people to put a smile on my face and to understand the sadness.  For that, I am thankful, and I pray that Michael's family felt the same.

For those of you who also find yourself grieving this week, whether it's a result of terrorist attacks or a car accident, I hope you'll feel loved and cared for as well.  A little bit of love goes a long, long way, doesn't it?