Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving today. I know I have many things to be thankful for, more than most folks maybe. And I know I should count my blessings, and many times I do. But lately, I find it really hard to do without a "yeah, but…" Yes, I have much. I have known great love in the giving and the receiving, and still do. But I lost my boy, and that just makes it really hard to focus on the good stuff in a global kind of way. People have said "Be grateful for the time you had," as if I wasn’t all along. I am so very grateful for him and the life we had together, which is why the loss of it is so painful and sad. Why is that so hard to understand?