October 8, 2012

To Be Grateful.

This year will go down in my history as the hardest of my entire life. Learning what it means to have a part of yourself die with the last breath of the most important person to create the world as you now know it is a lesson I will never master.

While I carry an ache now all too familiar and constant, I am filled with gratitude that is immeasurable. The support and love I have felt has been stunning & overwhelming. Recalling the battalion of lovable misfit brats that Greg & I have amassed over these last four years reaffirms that our love was bigger than we ever were.

"I don't know how I am going to do this..."

"With an army behind you."

This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for you.
For your texts. For your messages. For your calls. For your time spent. For your tears. For your music. For your arms. For your poetry. For your laughter. For your talents. For your sincerity. For your care. For your words. For your generosity. For your brilliance.

For loving us.

I would not be who I am today without you all.

I love you.


PJ Fournier said...

That's very moving...

La vie continue, mais ├ža ne veut pas dire que les souvenirs s'effacent.


Ambee said...

I wish now I had commented on that post. At the time I couldn't think of anything to say that would mean anything at all. Now I wish there was even the stupidest thing I could think of to be there, to be part of all that love. What a beautiful record. Thank you for sharing it.