Perspective

I attended the funeral of my best friend's uncle yesterday. While I had only met Uncle Terry a few times in my life, I needed to be there. I needed to be there to hug Helen as she said good-bye to her brother. I needed to be there to hold my best friend's hand as a happy trip home to celebrate her nephew's first birthday turned into having to attend her Uncle's funeral. Life doesn't seem fair sometimes and the more we try to make sense of it all the more complicated it gets.

I cried during the service. Why is it always moments like these that make you look at life differently?

I am so blessed in so many ways, yet I always seem to find the one bad thing going on to complain about. Shame on me. Seriously! I have a husband who loves me beyond all of my flaws. I have a mom who would drop anything to help me. I have a dad, who despite my shorten time with him, taught me to believe in myself and what unconditional love is. I have a step-dad who has loved me from day one, no questions asked. I have friends who know me inside and out and still choose me to be part of their life.

I am one lucky lady and today I am grateful. I am grateful for all the love in my life, for all the good and for all the times that may have been hard but have taught me life lessons.