It has been a hard month for me. I lost my beautiful mother in law and the following day my buddie Chester. Just a small dog to some, but a writing friend and companion to me. For twelve years he sat at my feet in the office and only moved when I did. When I was dreadfully ill, he sat on my lap and just knew by being there, that he made me feel better.
This week I have cried so many tears.
Yesterday I was talking to a woman who is terminally ill. That’s one of my jobs. Helping those who feel lost, alone and afraid. But on this day her words helped me instead. How? She reminded me that however fragile life is, we should be thankful we have been given the chance to live it. So today, while I am mourning the ones I’ve lost, I am thankful for the people, friends and animals that are still with me. My son, who came back from the Iraq war, when so many mothers’ sons did not and my daughter who survived a nervous breakdown and now lives a full and happy life, for my husband who survived two heart attacks and a stroke and for my friends who always support me no matter what.
While it breaks my heart that the ones I love have to leave me, I am thankful for each day I had with them and the joy they brought into my life.