July is always a tough month. A month of heavy hearts, reflection and remembrance. In July, my father and my best friend both died within 3 years and 3 days of each other. They both died on Fridays. I used to be afraid and fearful of Friday's in July. Wondering who close to me was going to die next and couldn't wait for the month to end. I walked around on eggshells all month. Not a fun place to be or even good company to be around.
A couple of years ago I changed my attitude about July and embraced it. The fear went away. The memories will always remain, they don't shackle me anymore.
I miss them everyday. I honor their memory by drinking a glass of scotch to celebrate my father's life. For my friend it is a glass of dark beer. I feel their prescence around me all the time. I am comforted by this knowing they are shining their love, wisdom and guidance down on me.
Last week was very depressing and bittersweet. Our grandson was staying with us and we took him home to his parents. We love him and his parents so much, we wish that 2 provinces didn't seperate us.
It isn't until he is gone that we realize what a benefit having him with us is to our mental health. It is hard to be depressed in his presence. He brings joy discovery and adventure to our lives. Not to forget the greatest cuddles.
So for a couple of days we moped around lacking energy and devoid of emotion. After a couple of days we realized the pity party wasn't much of a party. Instead we decided to count our blessings rather than our stressings.
Number 1 on this list was our perfect grandson. Just thinking of him fills my heart with joy. I know he is back home and still a bundle of joy. I am going to choose to use my time to planning the next visit with him.
If you look at the calendar to be sad or happy, you will always find reason to be sad. Instead count your blessings and look to your heart.
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