I’ve taken a month to share the stories of Dad’s final days and the stories and wisdom he imparted. Today, I am stepping into the month of August with a deliberate departure from these somber daily reflections that have been a central part of my mornings in July. I’ll celebrate the small joys in nature and the blessings and focus on these for August before returning with the story of Kona, Dad’s dog, near the end of the month. Sharing the stories was a helpful way to begin the grieving process, but shifting the focus to a month of looking for the blessings is my intentional choice this month – even if it’s just getting through a tough day.
step outside
hear morning birdsong
reminders
that there are
still things worth celebrating
even through the tears


Lovely poem. I’ll take a nod from you to look for the blessings amidst the tears.
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