Today is the private funeral of Amy Winehouse. May God bless her soul and on this day help her find peace.
I was on a train bound for Boston Saturday when I got the news from my daughter of her passing. I felt sucker-punched. I was sick, literally sick, to think this young girl couldn't find the courage to pick up the phone, or worse yet, out of all the people in her life, felt she had no one to call. As one who has been on the receiving end of one of those phone calls, Amy's death brought a traumatic time in my life rushing back to me. I sat on the train in tears behind my sunglasses, mourning for Amy, praying for peace for her soul, and giving such heartfelt thanks that my friend mustered up the courage to pick up that phone many years ago and is still walking this earth and carving out a happy life today.
Life, with it's unending struggle between good and evil, is hard enough, but especially hard for those coming from a dark place and clawing their way into the light. That journey is hard-fought and takes tremendous strength and courage from somewhere deep inside. I dedicate this blog to my friend, whose courage and fortitude I admire, and whose love, light, and energy has blessed our household all these years. May she continue to walk her road in peace.
And so, as another day goes by, I pray for courage to be found by all those who think they are at the end of their road, and… I have written.
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