9 years ago this month, I had my second stroke. My how far I have come….
Relearning how to speak, eat, drink, go to the bathroom and all the other activities of daily living, makes you really appreciate the small things. And although I am still disabled, today I am thriving.
In the past 9 years, I have returned to work fulltime in order to serve the dying, providing dignity, comfort and closure to those at the end-of-life. I have graduated with a master’s degree, written an award winning book, and traveled extensively. I have thrown confetti on New Years from the rooftops of Times Square, gone on countless camping adventures, and expanded our family, adopting a beautiful little girl who fills our lives with so much laughter and love.
Life is so good. It is rich in so many ways and there is not a single day I take for granted. Not a moment goes by that I don’t inhale the possibilities that still lie before me and exhale gratitude. After all, we have we have so much to be grateful for.
Appreciate all that you have, even though it might not be much. Hug your loved ones tightly and always remember to say, “I love you.”
And although the month of January symbolizes new beginnings for many, for some, it has also been a month of great sorrow. I lost two family members this month. One young and one old. Both died too soon and there is now a void that can never be filled.
Working in the field of hospice for over a decade, coupled with my own life experiences, I am keenly aware of the brevity of life. It is precious and every moment deserves to be celebrated.