Mairead Walpole, author of A Love Out of Time posted an article on the Second Wind Publishing Blog entitled “Thanksgiving: A holiday or the trigger for the countdown to Christmas?” I read the article more for her observations than because of an interest in the holidays, thinking I had nothing for which to be grateful, then it struck me how wrong I was. I have a lot to be grateful for despite my continued (though much gentler) grief.
I am thankful I have a place to sleep, food to eat, desert trails to walk, books to read, words to write.
I am thankful for the people who have entered my life to give me support during this bleak time.
I am thankful I had my life mate to love and care for.
I am thankful my life mate loved and cared for me.
I am thankful for the emotional security offered by our relationship, which gave me the freedom to try new things.
I am thankful he shared his life — and his death — with me.
I am thankful for our added closeness at the end.
I am thankful he is no longer suffering.
I am thankful he didn’t linger as a helpless invalid. He dreaded that.
I am thankful for his legacy. He faced his death with such courage that he gave me the courage to face my life.
I am even thankful for my grief. It reminds me that he shared part of this journey called life with me, and it is helping me become the person I need to be to continue my journey alone.
So, this Thanksgiving, I am grateful even in grief.