Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
My sister died two weeks ago.
Our family has been shattered once again.
Sitting at the table at a rare family dinner a few days ago, I thought about the chairs that will never again be filled by not just one dear one, but now two dear ones.
Moments like that are when I think that I simply cannot live with this pain, doubled.
Yet I must live. Because of the dear ones who are still here. Because that is what Kai and Christy would tell me I must do. Because as long as I have breath, I have a purpose here on this earth. Because with the lessons I am learning, lessons borne of loss and pain, I know that I have much to give.
So it is with the most courage I can find within myself that I will live, and follow the advice of a wise friend who told me to breathe, pray, focus on the good memories of my loved ones who have gone on, and do a lot of PT. That’s military-speak for exercise.
These things, he told me, are what will push you through the hard times.