Picking Up The Pieces

Today I've been trying to return to my normal routine as much as possible. This includes strict adherence to my diet, the exercise bike, and writing this blog. Naturally, it's not possible to act as if nothing has happened. Aside from being a façade, it would be a dishonor upon my friend's memory.

Ironicaly, the time I spend around friends and family, who are the people offering support and comfort, is the time I need comforting the least. My weaker moments are the quiet moments: Time spent driving in the car, or waiting in line at the store, or getting dressed in the morning. The mind is left to wander and reflect. This isn't a bad thing at all, and I'm sure it's a natural part of the grieving process. Besides, any time things seem to get tough, I can imagine my friend smacking me in the back of the head and saying, "Hey, cut that out!" in the voice of Beavis. Plus, it's hard to stay sad when you know that they're in a good place.

If any good were to come out of Media Man's passing, it is that my friends and I came closer together than we have been in some time, and that I had a chance to get to know his brothers. They were full of great stories about growing up together. I made sure they got my email address, and I really hope we have a chance to stay connected. It just seems right.