Blessed

As I roll into this Thanksgiving week, four years after last seeing Sam, I ponder with sadness what life can mean.  Then I look to what is happening around me and I know, even now.  The work I am doing in mental health counseling with my patients amazes me daily.  What I see so deeply in others, inspires me to know that although I don’t know the answers, there are answers that I am finding with my own life and with my work with patients; my patients are showing me the answers that they find.  

Family is a word that has tortured me since Sam died and now that the holiday season approaches I am yet reminded of my torture.  I have a beautiful, giving and loving family here on earth, even without Sam; perhaps recognized most cognitively because Sam is not here.  

We all love.  We all experience loss.  We all continue to love again.  Blessed.