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Be here now. Repeat.

Good morning, fellow Earthlings,
Two sayings favored while raising my kids have never been more appropriate than this morning:
Sometimes everything falls apart so better things can come together.
When people are the hardest to love is when they need love the most.
Pick yourself up…
dust yourself off…
take a breath…
turn and face today as the best version of you that can be mustered….
and continue on.
Continue to spread love and light in this world…every day…one moment at a time.
Refuse to engage in a fearful, hateful mentality.
Don’t bite the hook.
Look every day for the opportunity to piece back together what is worth fixing. Seek to let go of that which is better off falling away.
Then repeat. Again.
I/you/we ALWAYS have control of our actions. We always have a choice as to where we put our energy.
The suffering comes from looking back and wishing things had been different…or looking forward and worrying what is to come.
Life happens in the now, folks.
Stay present.
Stay conscious.
Stay grateful for all there is to be grateful for (which is always more than not).
Stay loving.  Hunker down in the place of love.
Give it, receive it, seek it out, feel it…let it flow free.
Toss it in the direction of those who are clearly lacking. Love can’t help but grow.
Love will win.
LOVE ALWAYS WINS….and so it goes.


Just being togetherness…

10401217_133565995061_5166584_nI walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way.
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne’er a word said she;
But oh, the things
I learned from her
When Sorrow
walked with me!

-Robert Browning

This day has a very different tone than it did a year ago. As we are recognizing with everything in life, not better, not worse, just different…but amazing in its own right, for it is, as it always is, the only right now we will ever have. You would be very glad to know that this year Dad and I are going out to get the rest of what we need for the yummy things we’ll be cooking in the next 3 days. This year we are back in the game.

I could go on and on about the amazing lessons you continue to challenge me with,or gifts you offer to my outlook on simply everything…


That will not change no matter the day, and today will be industrious…surely filled with angel numbers and songs from your playlist…memories of every Christmas we shared. It will end with baby snuggles, holiday movies and cocoa.

The weekend will be filled with family and laughter…joking and eating and napping. New clothes will be worn, reminiscing served alongside the turkey and fixings. We will enjoy familiar faces and encounter new ones. There will be music and games….skyping and phone calls….and well, just being togetherness.

And you are the one family member that gets to be in every household.

Every. Single. Moment. Oh, snap, is right.

At the end of the day…love is winning, Casey Dalton.

Love always wins…and so it goes.

Use what is in your cupboard.

Sunday was my goal for a second blog post. But it is now Monday, and I am past my deadline. My editor can be a hard ass, but I think she’ll understand considering the circumstances.

Battling with what to write about, I reviewed so many thoughts and ideas about quality of life, empathy, acceptance, tolerance, just to name a few. None are clicking. I promised myself that this would not turn into a “let me tell you about my grief, loss, and pain” blog.

Today I had the thought that struggling emotionally can be compared to being stuck in a blizzard or a hurricane. There is hunger, but I must use what is available to feed myself and those I love. Until the storm passes, I must simply use what I have. What is available in my emotional cupboard right now is mourning…sadness…sorrow. Pull up a chair and grab a plate.

I am truly struggling this week. Rick and I both are. When will seeing strawberries, the Celtics logo, or Casey’s number in our phone contacts no longer bring us to tears?  We wonder when it will get better; when the pain won’t feel so deep and raw…and yet we fear that same moment when the sting will subside. Will it define a moment of obtaining some relief from our loss? Or does it signify a movement of Casey’s memory further into our past? For now, we make it through a moment at a time.

In the book The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran, the following passage offers thoughts about the relationship between sorrow and joy:

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.” But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

I know this to be true.

The picture you see at the beginning of this blog post is from Casey’s viewing. This was taken at the end, by me, as Casey’s siblings and partners still in attendance, were all saying goodbye to his earthly body for the last time. This picture captures the saddest, most difficult moment we have faced as a family; that most of us have faced as individuals.

But, look closely.

There is an undeniable aura of unconditional love and profound joy for the connection they share with each other, and will share eternally with their fallen brother. As tenacious dandelions make their way through the cracks in the asphalt, abounding love and joy will blossom from immeasurable loss.

I smiled wide as I took this photo and then began to sob. Rick came up beside me, gently put his arm around my shoulders, and we cried blended tears of joy and sorrow, together. Truly we wept for that which has been our delight; that which will remain our delight.

Love always wins. And so, it goes…