An act of giving thanks.
The holiday’s are exhausting and they don’t have the same meaning as they use to. They use to be a joyous occasion, a reason to celebrate, and now they bring me to nothing more than a pile of tears. I find it difficult to be thankful for much of anything this year and those that know me know that I am not that person. I continue to wear my mask by trying to maintain a smile with those around me. Unfortunately, those that I love get to see the explosion of my grief. So, that I am thankful for… that they continue to support me even when it is so very ugly. I often feel bad for my coworkers as I continue to speak of my sweet Bri every time that I open my mouth. This is something that I can not help it seems that I am programed to only speak her name. She is on my mind every minute of every day. So, that I am thankful for…that they continue to listen! This holiday is the beginning of the buzz about Christmas. The season of giving… the season that everybody should remember the mission of WWBD. Bri was the meaning of giving. Bri was an inspiration to me and those around her. I would be for ever thankful to all of you if you would please remember to give this holiday season. Donate a jacket. Shovel the elderly neighbors driveway. Teach your children the importance of giving and not just receiving AND please remember to hug your kids tight every chance that you can…they will forever be thankful!