Dad used to say if someone was particularly lucky or blessed, that they were “dipped in it.” He would say it about me often, and I believed him.
He passed away on January 5, 2017. His death was sudden, and it knocked the wind out of me. The feeling of gratitude – a feeling that once felt to me as easy as breathing – was gone.
There seemed to be no air.
Writing has saved me. It has reminded me that life is more beautiful than cruel, that having a sense of humor can save a drowning woman, and that having the courage to shine our light into the darkest places within ourselves makes the world brighter for everyone.
The more I’ve shared, the more I understand that we are all in this together. Our stories are all different, but the same somehow.
We are all messy humans who love other messy humans.
Isn’t it great?