6 months and 1 day

So yesterday, before I started walking to class, I was a little upset with myself and how all I felt like doing was bringing other people down with me in honor of the sad anniversary. And I knew it was lame of me but I didn't care: the day was going to be horrible and I wanted everyone else to feel the same way.

But it wasn't going to happen that way.

I told Taro what day it was before class started. And it didn't phase him. And though my selfish little heart wanted to be upset with him about this...instead, I found myself laughing again at how, as always, he couldn't stay awake during lecture. And how it's so fun to watch Japanese people sleeping.

And throughout the day, it wasn't like I forgot what day it was. But as much as I wanted to force myself to be upset, since I thought I should be, things just kept happening. I recalled every sad moment of that night but I couldn't stop from remembering the amazing things too. I couldn't keep "Yesterdays" stuck in my head like I wanted to. The day kept going, and it kept going smoothly. And I wasn't expecting this, but I found myself just enjoying myself with the friends that, 6 months later, God has graciously given me. 6 months ago, John died. 6 months later, look at where I am. Wow.

And I'm sure John is not upset about being in heaven :D

Thank you, John.

Thank you, Taro.

And thank You, Jesus, for the hope of life after death, with YOU.