Sound melodramatic? Possibly, unless you have experienced it. I have found, of late, that my support system is larger than I ever dreamed. I believe my lesson from this is to be more available to those in need. To take time to reach out, to listen, to put love into a tangible form. It may be in the shape of banana bread, or a card full of good wishes, it may be a shoulder to lean on, a heart to hold another's pain. It may be as simple as taking out someone's trash or packing them a lunch.. It is absolutely gentle arms holding another person in need of consolation and strength. It is knowing that when you whisper to another "I don't know how to get through this" that they will help you find a way.
It is not what I can't do, after a life changing event, it is what I can do. What I will do, and what I actually do. It is taking responsibility, making amends and moving on. The past is gone, and the here and now looks different. Upheaval pushes us to grow. Tears flow. Life goes on. And I am grateful.
