HOPE

Well, having a missionary son and a lot of incentive helps! You know not being comfortably numb and being open to well being open has quite literally (love the pun and reference, kudos me, lol) opened up some doors. My son's love, his heart, and my daughter(s), now plural I have just realized on this most difficult of times is the real key. At the end of it all, even writing again, even loving again, it stems from being open, open to life and sharing what really matters: Our hearts. After all our years of sharing and knowing Lani , this was my regret, not being able to share the joy because the pain was all I knew in those moments. With the love of my children as the catalyst, even the pain doesn't overshadow the love. I thought I would curl up and just, well, do what I do on Holidays and yet, something miraculous happened. A miracle. I learned to love again. I won't be Fiji bound this year but I have something far greater: Hope.