One Day At A Time

I saw this sign unexpectedly while out and about, not long after my journey of grief had begun.  I immediately knew I needed this, and it has been strategically placed in my living room ever since, where I can see it clearly every day.

From the beginning when I had difficulties breathing, as envisioning my future without Lydia was suffocating, these words have spoken to me year after year.  They serve as a gentle reminder that “one day at a time” is all I have to do, and was all I could do for a long time.

Funny how a few simple words could dull the pain and make all the difference as I embarked on this unimaginable road.