The hospital room was so quiet and it smelled of tears. Tears that fell from my eyes like endless rivers of sorrow.
I thought I’d never stop crying.
I stopped believing in God. Stopped singing.
My ex husband got me a dog, Mac, to get over my grief and having that dog to pour all my love into brought me back to life.
He was a four legged replacement for the son I lost.
Sadly, 8 years ago today (on the 10 year anniversary of Douglas’ death), Mac’s life ended in a freak freeway accident on Highway 80.
So you COULD say that September 22 is my least favorite day of the year.
You could say that but you’d be wrong.
Because instead of spending the day grieving, I spend the day with my sons and my family, having fun and feeling alive, instead of mourning.
It gives me an opportunity to HONOR my loved ones but also gives me the chance to CELEBRATE everything that is wonderful and beautiful in my life.
Especially the two sons that I have.
So happy September 22nd, to all my friends. I hope it’s a happy one for you too.