Friday marked the 365th day since my beloved Rustle left this earth. I have learned and felt so much in this year. The pain and sorrow has been exquisite, but so has the hope and joy and beauty.
Several months into this grief year, I came to the conclusion that, if I wasn't ready to die (and I'm not), then I might as well live, and live well. That's what Rustle would have wanted for me, and it's what I want for myself.
This process of shedding pain and re-opening my wounded heart to life hasn't been easy. Every step of the way I have been held with love and support by family, friends, acquaintances and even complete strangers. I am so grateful. You have no idea how much courage and hope a small act of kindness and understanding can carry.
I look forward to a kinder, gentler 12 months as I move beyond the first year and embrace the next chapter of my life. Thank you for being there.