I am sitting here with my daughter in the living room looking over the lake and listening to Barbara Streisand singing here’s to life, here’s to love, here’s to you from her, Love is the Answer, album while her eyes fill with tears missing her dad, who is gone, who is missed, and who will not be coming back in physical form. I can't take the pain away. I can't say it will get better and that time will heal the loss. I can and do say we were blessed to have him in our lives, even when there were times that it was a terrible nightmare in the midst of severe PTSD episodes. I can say...

This is my wish for you:

I wish for you have the gratitude for all that you have in your life.

I wish for you to know that the universe has your back.

I wish for you to know when to let go of the rope and when to pull even harder.

I wish for you to see all your pain as experiences that while painful brought you to where you are today.

I wish for you to see the loss of a loved one as a blessing that you even had them in your life and a reminder to live your life to the fullest.

I wish for you to believe in miracles and that you deserve them.

This is my wish for you. And I will be there for you and dry your tears, so take my hand. XO, J