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I have much to be grateful for....

I have decided that I need to write a gratitude journal. It will be a chronicle of all the people in my life and of all the random things in my daily existence of whom or of which I am eternally grateful. The symbol above is the symbol of gratitude. If you are the subject of this post, I offer it to you with an abiding and heartfelt thank you for gracing my life.

I am grateful that, no matter the reasonableness or rationality of my position, I can be comforted by the fact that my mother watches over me and those she loved. I don’t necessary believe in life after death or in reincarnation, but I do believe that there are angels that watch over us. And my mother, by sheer virtue of the love and attentiveness she gave to us in life, would be assigned one of those angel roles when times of trouble creep insidiously and without warning into my life.

It is so true that tragedy strikes when we are least expecting it. It is equally true that the only thing that gets us through those crises are the support of people who are here and of people who are gone but have left indelible footprints in your heart. Footprints that are indelible because they can never be erased and because you know that the owners will forever walk beside you in spirit if not in reality.

Indeed, my sisters and I often joke about whose life needs more attention at a given time. I am known to tell my sisters to stop asking Mom for her “divine” intervention because it is my turn. As we competed in life over her love and attention, so we “compete” in her death for the comfort she can still deliver in large measure in dark moments.

My cousin and I were speaking about this belief last night. My cousin, who is like a sister to me, “lost” her Mom late last year as I lost mine a decade ago. Her Mom became very much like a mother to be after my Mom passed over. We chuckled over the fact that my Mom and her Mom would be calling together a meeting of those-who-have-left-us to see what intervention they could contribute to help me through this trying time. My cousin freely gave over her need for her Mom’s angel guidance, knowing her Mom’s attention was more desperately needed elsewhere.

As dumb as it may seem, it gave me a sense of comfort that one of my last-decade Moms might be the co-chair of the destiny that could be delivered to me. I have great people on earth to help me through this unexpected journey; I have untold people beyond who are gathering at Mom’s urging. They will not intervene in any material sense, but they will ensure that the “universe” delivers answers to me at the right time.

I freely admit that the notion of a board meeting in another plane with the “agenda of Brenda” is a way out there concept for some people. Nevertheless, it may give me one more hour of sleep in what has been a series of sleepless nights. The measure of that cannot be counted.

I am grateful that my belief in my Mom will deliver yet another hour of comfort.