'Tis the morning of the day after, as it were . . .
I imagine that throughout our entire lives, we
tend to forget that there is indeed a morning
of the day after . . .
That day after surgery and you find out you
have survived cancer. That morning you hold
your beautiful newborn in your arms. The hour
you get to bring your young son home from
the emergency room and he's going to be fine.
That godawful waiting period in which you
finally find out that no one was killed in your
kid's car accident!
I realize that in every ghastly experience it's
ever so easy to focus on the fear, the pain.
And then, it passes . . . and we don't even
remember to express our gratitude.
I must say it now . . . how grateful I am to be
alive, how thrilled I am that all my children
are both wonderful and well, how thankful
I am to have grandchildren of whom I am
so proud as they serve in the armed forces.
The love I have experienced in family and
friends, the sweet companionship of my man.
How easily we forget; I must remember . . .
ever and always! 'Tis morning of the day after!
sometimes i forget
angels must walk among us
ever so thankful
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