Getting past the days

La, your 60th day came and went.

For everyone else, it was just a day, like other days. For us, it's a milestone.

It's a reminder of how far we have been without you, it's a mark of how far we have progressed. For some of us, it is a progress. For others, it is still a hurdle to get over.

He said I've got to learn to let go. Haven't I let you go? Didn't I? I know I did when you had to be taken away from us. I did. I did let you go. And God be my witness, I did let go.

He said once I've learnt to let go, I'll be able to move on. Haven't I moved on? I'm not fixated on the warped idea of bringing you back to life and I know am certain that you are in a better place and that you'll end up in the best place ever. And I'm living my life, aren't I? I am moving ahead, going through the tomorrows of my life. So I am moving on.

He said I can only be stronger if I let go. Am I not stronger now? Haven't I walk the past 60 days on my own without falling? Never mind the tears. They are just like the rain; it can't be sunny all year round.

And just like there's nothing wrong with the rain that peppers the days of the week, there's nothing wrong with the tears that accompanies the nights.

"Breathe in, breathe out
Move on and break down
Everyone goes away
I will stay...

Hold on, hold tight
Make it through another night
Everyday there comes the sun
With the dawn..."