Today is the second anniversary of the first injury, the first incident, that threw my life into a tail-spin.
It’s been a long two years trying to navigate all the physical challenges that have popped up since then (as well as the mental & emotional challenge of my mother’s death last summer) but I’m happy to tell you I’m still here – and still kicking.
I’m grateful to all of you who called/texted/emailed/FB’d me, who allowed me to “couch-surf” at your homes, who fed and entertained me, who sent up prayers and messages of hope on my behalf, who supported me when things looked dark, who kept me from pitching off the deep end, who let me pet their dogs and cats. I can never put into words what it has meant to me to know you’re all out there, and to know we’re all connected somehow. It has kept me from wallowing in the funk that having a lack of family members who care about me, who want me in their lives, can drop me into. Instead of wishing for a phone call from my son or hoping my mother would allow me to be a part of her life, I’ve been blessed with friends who accept me like the family I never had… and will never have.
Once upon a time, I read somewhere that friends are the family you choose for yourself – and that’s certainly been the case for me.
I love you all ❤️