When I suffered a devastating loss, my perspective changed. The first time I laughed, a part of me felt guilty and I had to fight to remind myself that Charles would want me to have fun. And I know he would want me to follow my heart and my passion.
Instead of feeling guilty for my about face, I have decided to see it another way. I owe it to him and his memory to be my best self. And I give him credit for inspiring me to do so.
He once asked me, “Mom, are you pursuing your dream?” To which I pondered and he responded, “If you are taking that long to answer, maybe you aren’t. You should always follow your heart,” said the child with world’s biggest heat.
No one could show and express love and affection like Charles could. I never forgot that conversation. Not that I would have chosen how my life change all came about. But I can’t change that now. All I can do is go where it takes me now.