September 13th – An Insignificant, Significant Day
Today is September 13th, 2021. Nothing truly notable. I woke up. I fed and sent the child off to school, I exercised, I worked, I made dinner, I watched a show on HBO, and now, here I am. Sitting up in bed listening to the late summer/early autumn rain falling outside, and missing my sister.
My sister has been gone for precisely 2 years, 8 months and 14 days.
When she first passed, I didn’t think I’d survive the first couple of hours, then the first few weeks, then the following months, etc… but I did.
When people who had experienced loss constantly told me “It will get easier,” I didn’t believe them… but it did.
When people told me, “You’ll never move on, but you WILL move forward,” I didn’t believe them… but I did.
And even though I DID “survive,” and even though it has gotten “easier,” and even though I have “moved forward,” not ONE DAY has gone by where I haven’t thought of her. Will a day ever go by where I don’t?
I hope not.
She is the reason for SO many things in my life….
-The reason I’ve become a more patient person.
-The reason I laugh harder.
-The reason I smile bigger.
-The reason I love harder.
-The reason care more.
-The reason I get over it.
-The reason I forgive easier.
-The reason I breathe deeper.
-The reason I have more compassion.
-The reason I have more empathy.
-The reason I have become a far better version of myself than I ever thought possible.
Death, loss, and everything in between is TRULY a part of the journey. It can either be our greatest defeat, or our greatest teacher.
Yes, today is an insignificant day, but it is still a day I’m alive, and it is a day I am better.