I’m going to start with a small part of my journey to gratefulness. I’m 7 years old, at my school fete, sitting on the oval in a field of daisies and dandelions. I felt magic all around me, even though at that point I didn’t know it.
So much happened after that glorious day in September. I grew up and that magic disappeared. At 17, my grandmother died in my arms. At 22, while on a trip to Greece, I received news of my father’s death. I came back to Australia in shock. He was my rock, my father was and remains my best friend here and beyond.
Later, I was married to a very controlling and abusive man. I had five pregnancies: my firstborn was a stillbirth, then two miscarriages, and finally two miracle boys. That is how I felt anyway. I escaped the marriage of 17 years with my two boys, who were 3 and 8 at the time, and my mother, whom I was caring for.
I’m now 37. My boys are men now and on their own journey in life. To say the least, we have all been to hell and back, to coin a phrase. When my son Angelo was 17, I was at work, and he found his grandmother, my mother, drowned in our swimming pool. How does one recover from that? And I do not mean me, I am talking about my miracle, my angel.
There are so many more events and tragedies, as well as celebrations and everything else that comes with life. I am now a grandmother of three perfect angels, yet I do not get to share my love with them, and that is another story.
I am 67 years old, and I sit here today in my doctor’s surgery writing this. I am grateful for that day in September that carried me here. And I am grateful for this app that has allowed me to wander back to that meadow of daisies and dandelions, where I feel free as I did that day. 🌸💕🙏
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