Some days, it’s a struggle to get out of bed and face the day. Charles is the first thing I think about in the morning, the last thing I think about when I fall asleep. Still.
But I do it. I keep that pilot light of hope lit by putting my feet to the floor. Some days are harder than others. Bright sunny days, it’s easier. Drab, rainy and cloudy days are more of a challenge. But I will get up every day because I have a purpose. And I can’t work towards that purpose wallowing under my covers feeling sorry for myself.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.