I woke up to the sound of a woman’s scream followed by her uncontrollable sobs on Lufthansa LH 757 earlier today on my way to New York. Her husband was feeling very unwell and she was a mess.
I am home. This grief has led me to glory. And I am grateful. I am home. This grief has led me to glory. And I am grateful.
Longevity trumps resilience in the scheme of life so end things with grace so you can start new ones with vigor.
I am expecting the self-realization of harm, guilt and hypocrisy to occur in a person who has repeatedly proven herself incapable of it.
Grief has been your shadow this year but I have not seen you once shy away from it. I’m so glad you keep choosing courage and vulnerability over fear.
It made me reflect on the traits that make up my own language of love. The more mindful I have become of these mechanics, the more I strive to use them for those I care about.