Some days you survive; some days you thrive.
I am thankful to my friend Fred Walker for sharing those lines with me.
I say them quite often. And since joining this most horrible of clubs, I have had far too many opportunities to give that same thought to another parent who has lost a child. (Believe me, one opportunity is far too many)
Some days you survive; some daysyou thrive.
I am not sure what kind of day this is going to be.
I have guitar therapy today which is close to the top of my list of favorite things. I am not very good yet, but I see some progress, however slow. One day I am going to achieve a dream of being able to play and sing for Becki.
Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? This old dog still has plenty of bark, plenty of bite, and some crazy real new dreams and goals.
I see some success coming in this new life of real estate we are embarking on. It’s not happening nearly as fast as I want it too, but another old friend, Mike Price, taught me another important saying: Yard by yard, it’s too hard; inch by inch, it’s a cinch.
Thanks Mike. I get it even if I don’t really like it.
Since I posted about lying yesterday… Today I got a message from a friend that basically said, It’s funny how, so often, those of us who are in difficult situations spend so much effort trying to keep others from feeling uncomfortable by lying and being fine.
I am not going to lie. I am not looking for your sympathy. I am not playing you for attention. I am not looking to drive up blog traffic, etc.
But in the interests of authenticity, today, I hurt. I was looking for a picture and found one I was not prepared to see. It hit me like a sucker punch. I never saw it coming.
However, I am headed in to the office with my big boy pants on. I have spent the time I needed crying and screaming at God while I was in the shower.
But, today I hurt. The pain is little bit closer to the surface and it feels like just aother survival day; but I am going to strive to thrive!
Whatever your pain, whatever your game, look for the good in your life today. It is there! Cole would expect no less.
So let me end this little self-pity party with some words from King David I hate with all my heart and yet, I understand and appreciate far better than I want.
O my son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you—O Absalom, my son, my son!