This post is not for the faint-hearted. The remaining two of the three people responsible for Steve’s murder pleaded guilty in court yesterday, on my birthday, as part of a plea agreement. I knew about it in advance, so I was prepared. There will be no jury trial now, and they will be sentenced to many, many years in jail. The legal process is pretty much over. By admitting their guilt, truth was spoken, finally. They said that they did it. Does it make me feel better? Nope.
Tomorrow, February 6th, is my birthday. Mind you, every day almost feels like my birthday nowadays! I wake up every morning amazed that I am still alive, still here in this body; a fresh being, discovering the world around me, coming into a brand-new life. Slowly, slowly my tender new winglets unfurl and open to the light.
The other day I visited a friend whose adult son is receiving intense medical treatment for bipolar disorder. I like him. We met several times over the years. He asked me where I had been, he hadn’t seen me in a while. I told him about the cancer. He asked how Steve is. I replied that Steve passed away and told him the story. He asked when it was. I answered that it happened 15 months ago. He responded with, “Oh, that is quite a long time ago”.