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A Dozen Friends, Three Beers, a Ton of Healing
When you turn the corner of life feeling joyful again.
There will come a day when I don’t need to write about her to heal. Today is not that day. Tomorrow may not be either. Regardless, we found a little joy with each other tonight.
It’s been nearly two weeks. Dozens of us, hundreds of us, have been processing. Everyone has their memories. Everyone’s phones are full of pictures and videos. We’ve combed through them in quiet moments when we search for her. She’s everywhere.
The first time I went to Charley’s Place to meet her, I was in a bad mood. My evening went from bad to worse when a man I rebuffed walked in a huff out of the bar and across a busy street only to be struck dead a hundred yards from the place. I’ve only been back twice before tonight. It was her favorite place.
Tonight wasn’t about mourning our friend. It was about gathering together for no other reason than to be with each other because that’s where she would have been and where she would have wanted us to be.
We told stories because we needed to. We’ll need to for a long time and because there are so damn many to tell. They…
