When tragedy happened, it changed me. I feel love deeper and more passionately. I feel more empowered than I have ever felt before.
None of this would have happened had I not lost my son, Charles. I would not have scripted it this way. Who would?
Little things don’t bother me as much. I’m a lot more forgiving and not at all judgmental. I accept people as they are. I notice and pay attention to others more. I feel more at peace. More comfortable with my emotions and those of others.
I could have chosen to be bitter, angry, mad, and resentful. Who would that have helped? Not that I have not had those feelings. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. But they don’t dominate my life because I don’t let them. And they are summarily dismissed when they show up uninvited.
Transformation is the gift of grief. The secret to finding it is believing you will. And not feeling guilty about it.
