Today is September 13th, 2021. Nothing truly notable. I woke up. I fed and sent the child off to school, I exercised, I worked, I made dinner, I watched a show on HBO, and now, here I am. Sitting up in bed listening to the late summer/early autumn rain falling outside, and missing my sister.
My sister has been gone for precisely 2 years, 8 months and 14 days.
When she first passed, I didn’t think I’d survive the first couple of hours, then the first few weeks, then the following months, etc… but I did.
When people who had experienced loss constantly told me “It will get easier,” I didn’t believe them… but it did.
When people told me, “You’ll never move on, but you WILL move forward,” I didn’t believe them… but I did.
And even though I DID “survive,” and even though it has gotten “easier,” and even though I have “moved forward,” not ONE DAY has gone by where I haven’t thought of her. Will a day ever go by where I don’t?
I hope not.
She is the reason for SO many things in my life….
-The reason I’ve become a more patient person.
-The reason I laugh harder.
-The reason I smile bigger.
-The reason I love harder.
-The reason care more.
-The reason I get over it.
-The reason I forgive easier.
-The reason I breathe deeper.
-The reason I have more compassion.
-The reason I have more empathy.
-The reason I have become a far better version of myself than I ever thought possible.
Death, loss, and everything in between is TRULY a part of the journey. It can either be our greatest defeat, or our greatest teacher.
Yes, today is an insignificant day, but it is still a day I’m alive, and it is a day I am better.
Great, Big, Beautiful Grief 
Thank you for sharing your grief and growth. Death is indeed part of our journey, albeit the part that we would so so much want to avoid. But we cannot and the only way is through…🌷
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