I'm a few days late, but I wanted to post something about the many things I have to be thankful for this year. It's tough to see the forest through the trees when you're grieving, and I've spent a lot of time over the last few days reflecting on the things I've been blessed with, rather than what I feel has been taken from me. It really boils down to me being grateful for my family and friends, but there are a few small moments from the last several months that have really driven home how lucky I am.
I recently received a letter from a college friend. She expressed her condolences, shared that she had suffered a loss recently (on the same day I lost Emma, in fact), and generally said some of the kindest things I've read.
My friend Melissa texted me recently to tell me about a song she thought I might like, from an album called "For Emma, Forever Ago." I've been listening to it ever since. Knowing that Emma is in my friend's thoughts, as well, makes me feel like she's reaching out to all of us.
Lindsay recently sent me a note saying that she'd had a dream of Emma, looking beautiful in purple. Again, that she was thinking of us (even subconsciously!) means so much to me.
My mom continues to send me inspirational notes and emails, often when I need them the most. It's like she can feel from miles away when I am having a tough day.
Jen wrote to me on Thanksgiving to let me know she was thinking of me, and that she knew the holidays had to be hard. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, in large part because I knew I had so many wonderful people supporting me.
Alli sends me some of the funniest, most random texts and emails - again, she has a knack for reaching out when I need a laugh the most!
My aunt Mary sent me a beautiful wooden block engraved with Emma's name and birth date. It is lovely, and looks perfect in her room. It's nice to have a permanent reminder that we can bring everywhere with us.
I have the best co-workers in the world. Whether it's going out to lunch to talk about Emma, asking how I'm doing, or making me delicious chili for no reason, I don't dread going in to work on tough days because everyone is so great.
My husband. He's pretty much the best. I had a really tough day a couple of weeks ago, and he left work early to come home and be with me. And then he bought me pizza and wine and cupcakes. It was perfect!
My dad, my dogs, my grandma, my aunt Cindy, Jeff's sisters and parents - they are all constantly doing little things that make me grateful to have them. I could never list the things that everyone has done to help Jeff and I, so I will have to make do with a blanket, "Thank you."
