You know, it is strange how so many good things and so many bad things seem to happen together. Just last month, my family was celebrating the wedding of my daughter, Rachael. One month later, I joined with the rest of our nation and grieved over the brokenness of so many, as displayed in the Boston Marathon bombing. A few days later tragedy has struck in Texas.
As I get ready to help co-facilitate a grief seminar, in Saint Croix, I’ve thought about my first set of losses. My parents didn’t know until two years after I was born that I had cerebral palsy. Since they immediately began to make sure I received the best treatment possible, I have a very full life. Just as my struggle to learn to walk as a small child, gave me freedom and independence, I have discovered when I let myself grieve over both the major losses and those that seem insignificant the more I can embrace the wonderful life I’ve been given.