It's hard to believe it's 7 months tonight. In one way it seems like a long time, in another way it seems short. I am doing better. I was at my support group tonight for those who have lost loved ones to suicide and I felt like I was able to say a few helpful things. That felt good. When I first went there, I felt very shy and didn't want to say anything. But it is good to talk about it. And with this group, people understand the questions, the regrets, the if only's, and it's OK to talk about them at more than one meeting. I don't have many people I feel comfortable talking about it to. So I do like going to this group's meetings.

I have been writing some, too. A poem to Ken came out of me the night after the 6-month anniversary. I never wrote poetry before, and this isn't one that rhymes a lot, but I felt it helped to express what I feel about him and what has happened. I write in my journal a few times a week and I find that helps me to express my feelings that I don't really have a way to get out any other way.

I am walking a 5K next month for the organization that offers the support group - the Samaritans. I feel like Ken would be proud to have me and a few of his friends do this in his memory.