52 Weeks of gratitude: Week 8
It was difficult to wrap my head around the anniversary of his death. Twenty-five years pass like a haze compared to the 5 we shared with him, and yet the calendar pages easily identify times chasm. Even today, after all these years, grief arrives in swells. Time has done its best to soften the edges like a smooth stone, washed repeatedly with the echo of what was.
Blindsided by death in the depths of despair, I grasp for answers. Functioning in an unfamiliar world, slowly, towards compassion and understanding. Seeking a respite from the pain and devouring books on grief as an attempt to diagnose this disease.
There were many years in my journey until gratitude arrived. Organizing the instability of my emotions from denial towards grace, viewing his image with tenderness. Discovering I had the ability to purpose my pain, and in turn, grow through its promise. Noticing the blessing of his life, even when so brief.
And so on this 8th week of gratitude, I savor the memories his life provided while pursuing the joy from giving back, exploring the power of he serves with each act of kindness.
If you are just joining, HERE is the first post on the journey
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