And I’m taking all the credit.
Not long ago I was afraid of my passion for life. It started with sadness and crying. I bottled up these inconvenient things and subsequently made myself more shallow across the emotional spectrum.
It took widowhood and parenting two boys who had lost their mother for me to embrace the depth of my pain. I did it for them at first, to model acceptance that it was okay to be sad. I learned that I was to find myself again in those deep, dark places.
Grief took its turns dragging me down into the black and I recognized a greater light each time it let me up for air.
The sun shines brighter on this day than any before it because I know how dark the night can be.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason