A Date Seared into the Psyche
Certain
dates sear themselves into your psyche, as if they are branded in your skin never to be forgotten. One look, and there they are: etched forever lest a
moment goes by and you receive the blessed peace of being unaware.
Some
might say to embrace that peace of being unaware and to ignore the tell-tale
words and numbers—chase them away, replace them with a different memory, or
focus on something, anything, else.
I
believe, however, that we do our life lessons a disservice by chasing away the
remembrance of what’s come before today—painful though it may be.
Instead,
I say: Give a closer look at those days and use them to mark the path of how
far you’ve traveled in spite of what transpired at that time. Use that path to chart
your future days, to guide you and others toward a life that resonates with
every good thing you can perceive and experience as you continue to step past difficult days. Only then can any of us thrive in this life that will
have the branded days, yet nonetheless continues to offer us so much more than
a brand on our souls.
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On
this day, July 11, it has been thirty-three years since I began the journey of
losing my darling Alexa, who was diagnosed with brain cancer in the summer of
1985. Her journey on Earth ended November 2, 1986—another date seared on my
psyche.
On
each of those days, I began a journey of my own—one that continues as I attempt a
life that, despite and also because of those days, resonates with many good
things.
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