This week was a bad week. Like a bad day, but you know, times 7.
One of the reasons for the bad week was that I lost one of the most incredible women I know, My gran.
Her legacy now lives on through us.
The love of a grandmother is unconditional, unselfish, unending.
ln all of this I try to stay positive and hopeful, but also to keep my perspective broad and my problems right-sized. This is just a moment in the context of eternity.
I can’t afford the privilege of a negative thought so I try to stay away from them. If they come, I let myself have them, and then I let them leave and allow her laughter and smile to consume my mind.
Sometimes I just need to not take part in the struggle. It means that the events that happen in the moment belong to the moment. They don’t belong to me.
I am holding onto hope.
The truth is, everything will be okay as soon as you are okay with everything. And that’s the only time everything will be okay.
RIP – we love you.