A friend died recently. More of an acquaintance of long standing – he didn’t let a lot of people in. He had a lot of questions about life, and at the end, I don’t think that he had found the answers that he was looking for. That was hard.
During a longer run last week, I started thinking about lives and how they are lived, and about my daughter’s future.
I would like her to:
Experience joy.
Feel freedom, the freedom that she can do and be and go anywhere she wants, any time she wants to.
Appreciate what it feels like to give of herself to someone else, unconditionally.
Feel trust in herself and in others.
It has taken me two years to occasionally feel trust and freedom again. At the beginning of this diabetes journey, I felt that I would never be able to let my guard down. Diabetes is such a 24 hour a day disease, requiring vigilance even during sleep. My body was not to be trusted. I still feel this way to a degree, but I admit that sometimes there are snatches of time when I forget that I need to remain vigilant. And they are wonderful.
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