{31 Blessed Days: Day 15}

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December 15: Day 15  
I am blessed by memories.

Our souls are filled to the brim with memories. While this can be devastating, memories really have the strength and ability to keep us going. When the day comes that we can no longer have what we want - whether that's someone who has passed away, a relationship that ended bitterly or maybe even a home we had to sell/foreclose - we do have the memories. And yes, there is the sharp, biting waiting period before you can even let your mind go there - to Christmases past or the sound of a beloved's laughter - but eventually you find you can open the door to those memories and while they may sting, they start to help heal.

This Christmas I'm feeling edgy about how it will be without my Dad around. What will it be like to visit him at the nursing home instead of having him in his living room chair, opening gifts and making smart-ankle comments? This is my new normal and I hate it. But I do have 48 years of memories and while it never could feel like enough, I know it's a whole lot more than many people have.

I am blessed.