I’m not sure if it’s a phase I’m going thru OR if this is really what happy feels like.  I wake up every morning grateful for each new day.  I’m excited to see what the day will bring.

It’s amazing how when you are walking in fog that you don’t realize how obstructed your view is.  Grief is like that.  Last Spring I noticed that cloud lifting, and my view now is sunshine.  It beats down on my skin with a pleasant warmth.

I know, right, it’s obnoxious that I’m this, well, happy.  Sorry.  No, actually I’m not!  I will live the rest of my life fighting to keep this feeling alive.

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