Most of us are familiar with the common regret of those who are at the end of their lives. They don’t worry so much about what they did as much as what they didn’t do. It’s the living with regret that seems to haunt the dying. We don’t take the time to reflect on what we haven’t done because, quite frankly, we’re just so busy doing.
When my husband lost his battle with heart failure in 2015, I lost my love and best friend. My children, son-in-law, family and friends have sustained me over the last seven months. I’ve traveled back and forth to the Bay Area where my children live and I’ve spent most mornings hiking these mountains in the Marin Headlands with the family dogs, Clyde and Wall-E. The beauty and solitude of this area are beginning to restore my soul and strengthen my faith. I am slowly learning to be grateful again, as much as I possibly can in each moment, and to trust myself, my true self. I still lose my way when I forget and linger too long in the past, but each day is a little brighter and I know my blessings will continue. Our daughter is recovering from a heart attack after giving birth to her first child. Her renewed energy, along with the addition of our new grandson, have been incredible gifts. I had no idea of the impact he would have on my …
I slowly started to believe that my husband, Tony, was somehow still with us. I know it’s an irrational thought since he had succumbed to heart failure in Nov, 2015, but I know
Our daughter always knew she wanted to work with animals and was steadfast in her belief that she could become a veterinarian. She was admitted to vet school right after college and is now traveling internationally researching and healing sick marine mammals. The trust she had in animals, however, was not nearly as strong when it came to finding a life partner. A coach had suggested she try the “four man” plan. I think it’s a Steve Harvey creation for women who are so determined to meet the right person that they sabotage any chance of meeting “The One”. The idea behind the Four Man Plan is that by going out with a different person each weekend – four men a month – for an entire year, you lighten your perspective. If the first date didn’t work, you still have three other men to meet that month! Some of her dates were interesting and others were just plain boring, but she never lost hope because there were so many other men waiting in the wings. Towards the end of that …
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