Hardships bring out the truest form of a person. I don’t think this is anything new. One would imagine a life changing event would shake a person.

It’s not just the person directly affected by the event that shakes their shell either. Those closets around them are forced to do the same. When something this shocking happens it strips away all masks and pride from a person. You’re left with their naked soul. No room for layers that is so common in daily life.

I’ve seen the worst of people and the best of people. I’ve seen people lay in bed with me while I cry and I’ve seen people make demands the day after the funeral. I’ve learned to laugh at the latter and focus on the former.

Those naked souls who surround me with love bring miracles into my life. Send me packages, taking me to dinner or simply acknowledging my pain. Seeing love showered on Kev’s family is the most heartwarming.

I found myself fearful that this wave of compassion would fade. People would forget. They would move on with their lives and wonder what’s wrong with me?

It’s a stupid fear that is proven wrong over and over again. I’ve yet to go a day without someone sharing their love with me. I don’t want to be confused as a victim. I hate that feeling.

I am a fighter who appreciates the encouragement from others. I am fighting for my happiness and for my life. These naked souls give me the strength to fight.

Till next time.