Tomorrow is the anniversary of my son’s birth. I lost him in 1988. That’s quite a long time ago, but on his birthday and the date he died, the grief gives me an extra punch.
He isn’t the only loved one I have lost. I have learned by all of those losses, that I can live with grief, but not let it rule me. I fill my life in a moderate manner, because that’s better than beating myself up with grief-stricken thoughts. I walk a mile every day, starting at Starbucks for coffee and a snack. It’s a great way to start your day. I read voraciously, and I have written four books. And I look for ways to smile and laugh.