…and then I went outside just now, and our mail carrier had come, and inside my mailbox were no fewer than three cards, all from dear friends, each telling me that when they count blessings on Thanksgiving, I am one of those blessings, and they wanted to make sure I knew it.
I am humbled. I don’t know what to say. Just when I was reeling from the cruelty, in comes love to soothe and heal. I wish I had sent Thanksgiving cards to all of them as well, for I am so grateful for these 3 expressions of love, especially with such exquisite timing.
All three cards are now taped in my kitchen doorway and I will look at them and re-read them all the time. To those three friends – and to all who support me and hold me up when I don’t have the strength — thank you.
The Never Normal 