On Heartbreak and Gratitude

Heartbreaking things happen to good people.  It's a fact that I hate.  I hate knowing that a friend is hurting, and knowing there's nothing I can do to help.  My heart is heavy and saddened.  But in the sad, painful times, I am reminded to embrace the blessings I have.  To lend a hand or an ear or dollar.  To hug like I've never hugged before.

I couldn't help but notice what a beautiful day it was.  The sun glistened before a powder blue sky.  Soft white clouds drifted in the breeze.  The trees were waving and bowing.  And if I had to guess, I'd say that the reason it was so lovely outside was because the heavens fondly welcomed a superstar with the warmest of embraces.  He's peaceful, and happy, and radiating his love from above so that his family can be sure he arrived safely.  So I will lift my face to the sky, and offer up my love and deepest gratitude.

My gratitude for the beauty of the season.

My gratitude for getting to spend afternoons with my bug.  Enjoying the playground.  Enjoying her company.

My gratitude for my family and my friends.  And for the blessing of getting to share my life with them.

Unfortunately I can't erase the heartbreaking, painful experiences in life, but I will notice how they make the good moments sparkle.  I will notice how they make me pause, and savor every second.

Love you M.