I am dancing around the realization that I have allowed the shadow of Morgan’s death to obscure much of the joy and reverence in my daily life. It is hard to dispel the darkness, but am I honoring our shiny girl with this pervasive gloom? I think not.
Every day we are alive is a gift (Just ask Morgan). Notice it, give thanks, plug back into the gratitude/positive circuit. Count the blessings as they present.
Because of the torrent of kindness and generosity we have received we remember that goodness will prevail and life is worth living. We reap such love from our community in the midst of pain that we believe and somehow continue on. Thanks to so many who carry us.
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