Hurray! Attitude is everything! Let me tell you about when my daughter got her transplant. We lived in a children’s hospital for months and months. With terminal kids some of them. But you know? Kids never die on schedule. Because a doctor won’t TELL a kid — you have X number of months to live like they tell an adult. So a child just lives. Until their time is done. But us adults — we’ve been TOLD when to die. And so we do. Right on schedule. Nearly to the hour.
Life so much about what we carry inside. When I finally shed all the grief I carry in my chest, I know I will breathe easy again. But for now — grief is a security blanket. Many traditions recognize grief as being ‘held’ in the chest. We heal when we are ready.
Peace my friend.