I’m not sure when portions of my journal turned into a daily thank-you-list to a Higher Power. I wrote these the first month after Daddy died.
Thank You for
· the bird songs when the sun comes up. (They took me to a non-thinking place.)
· for the smell of the woods during my walk.
(The honeysuckle and wild roses penetrated my thoughts.)
· for the people at work. (They kept their distance last week)
· for giving me a few quiet moments from the emotional waves of grief.
· for my husband’s friendship. (How could anyone have been my friend today?)
· for Kleenex and friendly ears.
· for the right to my anger.
· for helping me dial the wrong number. (I needed to talk to that person.)
· for the love of my dogs. (They were more tuned in to me than I was.)
· for the sleeping-late days. (I was so tired.)
· for letting me be a cranky child today.
· for a chance to see an old friend.
· for the ease of looking at the sun through the haze.
· for helping me not to argue with my sister yesterday.
· for the tools to clean: a dishwasher, a broom, a washer-and-dryer, a vacuum.
· for sex and being held afterward. (I didn’t feel worth the effort.)
· for the time that’s past since Daddy died. (Each day will take me a step out of this hell).