I started doing things just for the sake of loving those around me and trying to give what that angel gave to me, hope. Simple things to let people know that they mattered whether it was a simple text or some time spent together. I couldn't remember those days any more vividly than who I was before hand. I was a new person and I can't go back because I don't know the way. Somehow being lost in helping others helped me pick up the pieces of my tattered, rent self. Days turned into weeks and from weeks to months then on to years, I still can’t forget but I still am somewhat there. Even after a full year we all have nightmares and that fear of losing those we love. We all do whether it's a lot or hardly at all, we care for people in our lives and yearn to make the most of it. Those 365 days can all be changed by a moment of choice, so why not make it for the better? “ How hard is it to hold a glass of