It is not fair! Life is just not fair. When I have that reaction to Morgan’s murder I remind myself that we were never promised fairness; what we were promised though is the strength and the tools needed to overcome any obstacle.
We are developing that strength because we have been able to lean heavily on so many that we move forward. Your family, both biologic and chosen, will always back you up; and it has made the path so much easier.
Life has always been precarious. We don’t realize the myriad disasters and catastrophes we squeak by everyday. Like the haphazard steps of a toddler stumbling around the living room narrowly missing the sharp corner on the coffee table – over and over again, sooner or later, an inevitable wrong step ends with a head bump and hurt and tears.
So it is with life; you get knocked over but don’t or can’t resign yourself to stay with crawling because walking is too dangerous. We are programmed in the fiber of our being to get back up and try again. I think of it as tropism of the soul: we keep turning towards the light. It is what we are meant to do.
I reject brokenness in our life. I acknowledge a broken heart but am determined that shattering will only open this heart to more love. We honor Morgan, not with withered lives, but through glorious triumphant flowering.
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