My Last Tweet

“There’s no crying in 2012,” was my last tweet.
I didn’t know that at approximately the same time I was typing that tweet, a call to 911 was being made.
This tweet was going to be my motto for 2012, in an effort to be stronger this year.  Stronger emotionally, stronger spiritually, and to “tough-it-out” when need be.
I didn’t know from that point on, all I would do was cry.

Cry on the inside.  Cry on the outside.  Cry for people around me.  Cry in my sleep.
It had only been 24 hours since the last time I saw Stephanie.  
I wish I would have hugged her.  I wish I would have talked to her longer.  I wish she were still here.  I wish so many things.
I wish this didn’t happen.
It still surprises me how life can turn around so quickly.

How do you move on from this?  I’ve seen others do it, but right now it doesn’t feel possible.
I feel like we’re starting over.  Like we’re starting a new chapter, almost a new life.  A life without Stephanie.
I don’t want to live like this, but I had no choice in the matter.

Apparently there is crying in 2012.