Four years ago this month, my once strong and virile father, had a stroke that took his independence and altered the direction of all our lives. It was an immediate and abrupt change that has integrated slowly into our new normal way of life. We have adapted and found laughter again among the pain and suffering, anger and confusion, desperation and sadness. I no longer think about what life was like before the stroke, however, my minds eye still sees the dad I have always known.
Today for the first time since this journey began, I was shown our bitter sweet reality in the most beautiful and gentle way. I was startled and caught off guard by the tracks left behind as we pushed forward through the cold snow blowing in our faces.
The day began with gray storm clouds but ended with a colorful sunset.
As cruel and brutal life can be at times, I am so thankful for the kindness and beauty it uses to comfort us when we need it the most.
The tracks we leave behind have led us to where we stand today. Difficult yesterdays help me to appreciate the happy in my now. I hope you can too…