Today, on the anniversary of my family’s worst day…
He was sitting at his desk (after a vigorous workout; yes, he was that good) on this morning four years ago. Pen in hand, having just scribed his “daily five” gratitudes (yes, he was that awesome) to his journal, he collapsed. I was able to restart his beautiful heart, but it was too late. This was on the page:
1. I have the freedom to choose my thoughts.
2. That I can dare to choose better thoughts.
3. I can create my own world.
4. The beauty of our children.
5. The Joy of Bemus (our puppy) when he greets us in the morning.
It happens to us all. Earthquakes rage, tsunamis hit, or a big wind blows us down – all of us. And there are those that survive, with days and days of grief ahead, to rise up and put the pieces back together.
To my dear friends and this wonder-full world, may God bless us all for doing our best.