Gratitude

I woke up early, actually I woke myself up because it was the second night in a row I dreamt of my late husband, Carl and I forced myself awake. The dreams were telling me something and it was unsettling. I needed to shake it off.

Rainy, rainy Sunday mornings. They almost make you want to sleep in and hide for the day or get some work done that is much needed. For me, I decided I needed to clean up emails. So, I poured my coffee and dug into my first email account. I clicked to go to the first pages of emails and then it stopped me in my tracks.

September 2014, I had not gone back there in a long time.

But as I started to scroll, I started to think to myself ~how could I ever forget the pain, confusion, anger, frustration and sadness from this time period in my life?