Surviving on beer, hope, and this
wildly undeserved love
I am always amazed at how we come to
love a person or family. What small bits and pieces over the months
or years of our relationships add up the this compassion and faith
and hope in and for that other person? How is it that I can be so
blessed with so many who love me and want good things for me?
A dear friend recently told me that to
know me is to be blessed by brilliance and compassion and that anyone
who is not blinded by it is unworthy. How have I come by so much good
and wonder and beauty? Why is it that I should be so lucky? Sometimes
I think half of my heartbreak is caused simply by the number of
people who hold me so highly in their regard, who would and can do
everything within their power to help me through this. My life, even
in these darkest of moments, is truly charmed.
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